I love autumn. The colours, the weather, the promise of winter and the chance to wear decent clothes.
I’m harvesting the last blooms from my garden. I’m particularly fond of fading hydrangeas in all their papery, fragile glory.
I love autumn. The colours, the weather, the promise of winter and the chance to wear decent clothes.
I’m harvesting the last blooms from my garden. I’m particularly fond of fading hydrangeas in all their papery, fragile glory.