Maybe it is wrong of me but today the garden spoke to me in the clearest tones - maybe because the sense of one season ending and another one beginning was so strong there. Yes there were roses and other plants that were looking a bit hot and tired, already worn out by the unseasonal heat we have experienced.
Yet there was also many roses in full, magnificent bloom. Hydrangeas of all shapes and colours, hiding in the shade or being more bold in their display.
The tiniest white flowers dotted like confetti amongst the green and others that looked like they had picked up their skirts and run here from an English wild meadow.
A different scent enticed my nose today and it took me a while to realise that there were also lillies in bloom.
Christmas in this garden will hold different scents again.