with the sun trying to break through, promising a lovely day to come.
Today a slight breeze from the west meant that we were able to light the bonfire
and reduce a sizeable amount of debris to a very small heap of ash.
There is still a good amount of colour in the garden - most of it is pink.
For all that the days are gentle it is definitely autumn now and frosty nights are promised for later in the week. We are still picking beans - but the end is nigh!
At least the chimney pot is now straight and firmly fixed on the roof (with it's new little hat) so that when the cold weather arrives we shall be ready.
I shall have to start hauling things into the greenhouse.
I like to wear the colour pink and seem to have gathered quite a collection of pink blouses. (Second only to a great many white ones. But who can resist a crisp white blouse? Not me, anyway.) This outfit is old, bought sometime way back in the 20th century. The blouse is linen from CPShades and is the murky pink that I like. I think that the firm has stopped trading now. The old crops are from Gap, from an era when things were baggy! Just the job for messing about in the garden.
The necklace was a present from Peru (from someone who knows my weakness for pink stones!) It has recently been restrung. I think the pieces have been re-assembled differently.
I live with Himself (husband) in a former gamekeeper's cottage in the South-West of England.
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I have three blogs;
Share my garden,
My life in one hundred objects and
The 'Himself' blog consists of short stories and artwork, copyright of Peter Murphy.