November’s last sunrise flared crimson and purple above frost-white fields and gardens. Advertisements
Saturday was a washout: as forecast, rain fell remorselessly all day.
Last weekend brought a heavy frost to our hilltop, painting the surrounding fields in white.
Acer palmatum ‘Butterfly’ foliage
A combination of late flowers, drying seedheads and fallen leaves graces our mid-November garden.
Songbirds in the hawthorn tree in autumn
We have had little opportunity to work in the garden for a week or two now, though a few more spring bulbs have been plunged beneath the cold sticky clay in snatched moments.
Lighting up the gloomiest day in late October
On the first cold clear days of November, murmurations of starlings ebb and flow through the skies.