Autumn Almanac

Summer crops have finished, the last of the tomatoes have been pulled. For a few weeks the cosmos was like a crazy constellation of fluttering purple stars, lighting up the garden and in their midst, the deep blood red, lion-headed dahlias stood proud and tall. Even those are on their way out now and the beds are gradually being cleared and composted to make way for winter crops and spring flowers.

Photos are crappy but I suspect they'll be a nice record later in the season as things change.