Autumn colours...
Though the lawns need cutting and the lilies dead-heading, the gardens and surrounding fields are shewing signs of approaching winter.
The great straw cart wheels stand like pre-historic monuments and the shears with long handles have arrived from the mail-order garden shop so the overgrown ramblers are about to be attacked with vigour.
When everything gets in this state I think about the countryman leaning on his front gate when the vicar greeted and congratulated the man on the beautiful state of his garden. He closed by saying, "God has been very good to you giving such a great garden". "Ah", replied the countryman, "but you should have seen it when He had it completely to himself".
