Over the road from Burnbrae (our Blue Mountains garden) the Liquid Ambers have been beautiful for a few weeks now. In my garden Autumn unfolds more slowly. The cherry and small maples are now bright but the big maples in the background have a way to go. I will come back in a week to show you the change.
A poem for today
Autumn is a little melancholy with the fading of summer's exuberance to the cold bareness of winter. Today's poem Sonnet 73 by William Shakespeare reflects on Autumn as a metaphor of life and death.