It is sad to see the end of my summer garden. Knowing that from here on in there will only be grey as I look out my kitchen window. But some of the flowers and plants are giving quite a grand farewell. How brave they are to bare their heads during the early frosts and the pounding rain.
And finally the tree at the end of my garden. I can never remember the name of it but as my mother gave it to us when we first moved in here, we call it Ma's tree. It is wonderful and changes colour throughout the seasons. In spring it has vibrant red berries and soft yellow leave in the summer that slowly turn green and then to deep red in the autumn. Fantastic display.
Well thanks for taking the time to visit my garden with me.