Should you want more words, I've posted recently on Paris (an art exhibition and a little love story) and my daughter has (finally) posted on the time we spent together in Bordeaux. I wrote a short post on recent Fiction Therapy I've indulged in, over on my reading blog.
And Annie is never at a loss for words -- they're always entertaining. Duchesse takes on the Iris phenomenon from a fresh perspective. My Bordeaux friend posted a strong riposte to those who would chastise her for being outraged at the attacks in Paris.
But for now, if you'd like, we can just ramble. . .
First, a bit of "borrowed landscape," if I might use a horticultural planning term purloined from much greater ambitions. Modest as this rough copse might be, I've always felt very lucky at having this scrap of "wild" just over the property line, comprised of a beach access easement and a patch of yard our neighbour's left uncultivated.
The Sedum Spectabile (Autumn joy) holds onto a last flush of colour
And hawthorne berries again . . .
As always, comments welcome. I do hope you enjoyed this late fall stroll through a garden that's getting ready for winter. Stay warm!