It's hardly a Keatsian autumn. It's all a bit unexciting colourwise as the leaves are either falling quickly or failing to show off on the trees, and the palette is too earthy for my liking - I prefer more oranges, golds, crimsons, and russets. But there are a few dots of colour around; a couple of shaggy, late, amber dahlias amongst the black ruins of summer flowers, radicchio in a garden we visited, my own chilli harvest.
Time to retreat indoors for another look at Dreaming in Color which I've already read once from cover to cover. As well as being a fascinating read (his has been a life full of personality and personalities), Kaffe Fassett's autobiography is crammed with a brilliant selection of colourful illustrations which makes it just the thing for a murky November day.
