This week the weather changed. Mild wet Autmn days suddenly changed to bitterly cold frosty mornings and cheek pinching shivers by mid afternoon.
These are the last flash of colour in the garden of late. plenty of green around, but for actual in-your-face colour, these guys are hard to beat.
Their happy brightness, softness of colour and at the same time shocking vibrancy makes me think
Sunday best hats
expensive lip gloss
fancy French cakes
a toy handbag
my pink Levis bought at French market last year that were way too tight and a 'I'll damn well shrink to fit them' sort of buy – now they are baggy, yea hah!
This morning the flower has fainted, drooped to the ground, dulled by the cold. Her petals are no longer vibrant and memory jerkingly colourful, she has had her days of glory.
The garden is a sea of green going gold. Even the trusty nasturtiums have given up the ghost and are now just a tangled mass of knotted stems and rain sodden petals. But as I sit here in the kitchen a bird has just flown past the window and as I follow it's flight to the bush by the door I notice that the berries are out. Red berries. I take back what I said, all is not lost in the colour chart, we have red!
What colour is the last flower in your garden?