Last of the garden...

Quick, catch it while you can: the last rays of my sunflowers, the last sunflowers of the season. Outside, through the window my little garden, so colourful and green just a few weeks ago, is riding out its last as well. The blackfly have won over the nasturtiums, kissing them with their blackness, and the last couple of weeks, all wet and blow, have beaten down mostly everything else to a sodden mess of damply decomposing brown.

Hard to believe this straggly stuff is the seeds I so carefully planted back in the spring, opening up my seed drawer before the frosts had passed and hoping.

Oh well, soon it be time for the tidying away, the pulling of plants and the planting out of my foxgloves ready for the spring pinkness. Perhaps this year I will do what I always promise and put away a few plants in the cold-frame. Who knows, I may even save the chocolate cosmos.