Just a week ago, I was pottering about in the southern French gardens [front and back; front above,] commiserating with the shrubs that had brown layers from the previous drought, and grumbling to myself for the caked mud and chalky sand on my shoes from the recent heavy rain!
Here in the U.K. some of us have had long, dry hot spells, preceded by freezing spring temperatures and heavy rainy follow-ups too. This year the weather has not been temperate, or as expected at its appointed time. It has been awkward, unexpected and downright cussed, but gardens and gardeners have kept on working through it, and so have the trees, shrubs and flowers … even some crops have been managed successfully.
I am a big fan of Autumn, and have sought in every corner for its colours and signs, but have found it to be slow to show itself, and the search has been hard. My overall feeling is that here, in S. France, Autumn rushed in, found itself in difficulty and rushed out again as quickly as it could, leaving many trees languishing with still green leaves, and visiting little corners where colours were dabbed on quickly before they were washed away again by a single week of torrential rain! Here is what I saw in these two gardens.
Rush inside, out of the rain, and look out from the kitchen, or the sheds …..
…It’s still beautiful with low autumn sun and soft light …
… and it goes on growing.
Anne ….. October, 2018.