Monday, 8 March 2010

Early Autumn

The day before had been grey and misty. This day though dawned as beautifully as an autumn day in the mountains can.

Roses and hydrangeas and green leaves were spangled with drops of water which caught the sun and turned into tiny rainbows. There were signs of pruning and mulching and careful clipping of trees.

There were also subtle signs that autumn is coming. The first dark russet reds of leaves on the turn on the trees. The faded beauty of hydrangeas past their prime. A scattering of mushrooms in the sun dappled grass.

And so, quietly, the new season enters the garden.

The next day the mists descended once more.

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