The Fog

It’s surprising how in just a few days, the garden suddenly feels so very different.  Today it feels decidedly wintery, subdued and like it is ready for dormancy with all the remaining flowers looking very soggy indeed.  Yes, the autumn colours on the trees are exquisite at the moment, but the thick fog today and yesterday unfortunately shrouds the potential glorious visible spectacle.  The fog also affects the acoustics in the garden and there is a strange dulled silence.  Whilst planting the last of the allium and muscari bulbs, I had an audience of half a dozen pheasants who had taken up position on the top of the wall and all I could hear in this ‘foggy silence’ was their harsh call and drips of water landing on the ground from surrounding trees and plants.

Here are a few images from the garden today.