Out of the blue, as it were, a perfect September afternoon, low sunshine bathing everything in warmth and a sense of plenty.
I pottered without any particular project in mind, dead-heading Pelargoniums and Calendulas and pulling the Speedwell out of the winter flowering Heathers that I will be relying on before long for some cheerfulness when all around is dormant. This brought me towards the back of garden, where the wild things are, and I finally got round to pruning back the Eleagnus and the Ponticum Rhododendron which were threatening to hold hands across the path. Not too much though, for fear of exposing the ugly yellow brick house whose garden backs on to ours.
The Sedums are starting and they’re so welcome because they get going with enthusiasm just as other things are fading.
And of course the other autumn quintessential is the springing up of mushrooms in the lawn. Not edible, presumably, but somebody’s been nibbling at them.