I went out into the misty autumn morning to find fine threads laced in and out among flower petals and fence rails.
But in the midst of leaves turning brown, under skies cast over with grey, the last flowers were even more obvious in their brilliance. So I gave them the attention they wanted.
A few Cécile Brunner roses had come out, a few miniature roses….
But the salvia blooms are in the thousands. The party they seem to be celebrating has clearly just begun.