Another crystal white frost preceded today’s sunshine, touching the vivid garden colours with a wilting chill. Autumn is in transition here. Heavy pink hydrangea heads have now evolved into lacy beige puffs atop bare stems. Protected under those globular skirts are tiny buds, securely tucked away for the winter.
Delicate ferns are now pale, uninteresting fans and the daylily spears are folded and brown, sinking to blend with the soil. Coneflower leaves have become dry wisps, leaving only their seedheads against a backdrop of brilliant red blueberry bushes. And strawberry plants show off green, red and brown leaves along with nubbins of green berries and surprising blossoms.
I wandered the gardens with camera in hand, delighting in the remaining fall foliage. I can’t recall the colours ever being so varied or glorious! One Japanese maple tree is luminous orange while another is ruby red.
There are crimson, scarlet and yellow dogwood leaves, and golden speedwell (although I’m not entirely sure that’s what it is… it has spikes of pure white in the summer).
At the beaver pond the summer’s grasses have been replaced with a haze of gold. Soon even that will die down and once again there will be a clear view of the water.
Today there was a heron there, waiting patiently for his breakfast, gangly but efficient as he snatched unsuspecting morsels.
Days like this are treasures, their moments of beauty to be savoured and stored in memory to ensure my survival during the coming winter months.