I sat out in the garden on almost every day last week. And, on Tuesday, it was so lovely out I decided to walk to the Prince of Wales, which I had been too busy to do in the actual summer. Here is a shot of the river you have to cross to get there from my house.
Doesn't look autumny at all, does it. It's a bit misty, because I took it with my phone.
We then went down to the west country for a few days to enjoy the warm weather by the coast. And look what I found when we returned -
This is my garden. The same garden I posted a pic of a week ago when it was still decidedly green. But it's pretty, isn't it.
And this is the view from the top of my road.
I think St Martin has finally abandoned us.
We still call it Indian summer but the politically-correct bossies will have that changed one of these days. There is a lovely story of First Nations ancestors dancing around autumn fires in the sky to make the world change to warm colours.
ReplyDeleteI don't think there ought to be anything offensive in 'Indian Summer' (we still use it here too), unless people don't say 'Indian' at all these says; it was the important crop=gathering time of the year once.
DeleteI loved your garden and your neighbourhood , what a beautiful place .
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