The garden is starting to look a little bare now; the leaves have fallen after a glorious but fleeting blaze of gold, yellow and red. The seasons are turning and one senses that Winter is rapidly approaching. There’s been a light covering of frost in recent mornings and I suspect that, even though we are only a relatively short distance from London, the move away from the city has seen our temperatures drop just that little bit more. It might be time to light our fire for the first time soon.
A couple of plants are left flowering now, one them being the fuschia pictured here – nicely positioned in view of the kitchen window, the flowers are just about hanging on through the lockdown and worth a snap especially given that photo-wandering has really not been a priority recently.
There are a few shoots of emerging optimism that maybe things will turn for the better come the Spring; new life in more ways than one perhaps. In the meantime, best to celebrate what we still have right now, even if I’d ordinarily pass it with barely a second’s thought.