Forget Amazon Japan. Who needs to sit at a screen when it's gloriously warm and sunny at breakfast time? Instead, I pulled on Simon's big gardening boots and spent two happy hours tidying up the garden,
enjoying the soft, low sun, the pale blue sky and the fiery colours of our Japanese maple.
I cut down all the sadly dying and decaying sunflowers, keeping a few heads for seeds for the hamster and to illustrate the Fibonacci sequence to Alice and Phoebe (I think the hamster was the more impressed). I even found a couple of flowers still hanging on and doing their best to impress.
I love the garden when everything is just going over, tipping into dark colours and skeletal forms, but still with a few splashes of brilliant colour from nasturtiums and dahlias. I took photos of the remains of the red cabbages, looking eerily like fossils or something you'd find on a beach.
I waved dried-out stems of hollyhocks covered with seed pods over parts of the garden like a magic wand, hoping that a few will germinate next spring. But as hollyhocks are notoriously fickle, I also collected plenty to try again with later.
And Phoebe and I performed our annual ritual of picking and opening the reamaining runner bean pods, and being amazed at their beautiful colours and markings.
There are days when I see nothing in the garden. And there are days, like today, when I see it all. Just as well, as much of it it will be gone for ever so soon.