The garden is at its best in the autumn.

Autumn is the king of seasons. I don’t care what you think about spring’s lovely hopefulness, or summer’s warmth and blousiness, or even winter’s excitement and tingling fingers stuffed tight in gloves. None of them compare to the colours, the textures, the scents and the sounds of autumn. I’ve planted my garden with autumn in mind, and over the past few weeks it has looked princely.

autumn virginia creeper

 

Of course, my favourite is the Virginia Creeper, which just looks magical.

virginia creeper

But with every gust, it is losing its leaves, and now the birds that flutter about the garden are hopping on bare twigs and crunching amongst leaves that have fallen.

remaining parthenocissus leaves

But now the acers are turning. The coral bark has been changing colour all summer.

acer coral acer leaves orange coral bark acer autumn

And now ‘Beni Maiko’ is turning too.

acer beni maiko

And the hedges are turning:

autumn hedge

Some people say autumn makes them terribly sad. I disagree. It is nature at its finest. Winter, when the branches are bare and wet and my shoes are cold and damp and there is little to do but curl up on the sofa, that is when I am terribly sad. But I cannot feel like that when so much is exploding into almost unnatural colour.

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