It's that moment of the year when the garden begins to retreat and now it's becoming all about the view instead.
It could feel a bit melancholic but there's a richness and beauty about late October that I just can't get enough of. I'm lucky that I adore all the seasons and don't mind the slide into winter one bit. The drama of fierce weather and wildlife visitors will soon be here.
I've still got tulip bulbs to plant but narcissi, crocus and miniature iris are already snug in their pots. I garden very little in the winter months, our patch is so small there's not all that much to do other than feed the birds. So I'll enjoy this last blaze of colour until it's time to say goodby for now to the garden and thank you for a glorious year x
There's one last solitary dahlia glowing in my old dolly tub and a few stray nasturtiums scrambling about until the frost comes but that's about it. Instead of flowers now foliage is setting the garden ablaze; the perennial sunflower leaves are as bright now as the flowers were in September and the ivy that cloaks our fence, is one of those glorious variegated varieties that glows on a gloomy day.
A few late bees are making the most of the nectar bar that the traditional green ivy hosts and I've seen a tiny wren flitting in and out making a shelter for winter. Geese are flying into the valley again and I'm really enjoying seeing the songbirds flocking back into the garden.
The hawthorn hedge is looking ragged now and the rowan tree is already stripped if it's fruit and bare of leaves. Now we can see across the fields to the farm and the russet beech wood that calls to us to explore again before winter steals all colour.