I find myself prowling the garden, waiting for the dramas of autumn. Some of them are underway already.  Though summer has not yet retired and tomatoes and apples (Blenheim Orange) are still ripening,  This rhododendron (Morgenrot) thinks it is spring. 

No idea what this frog is thinking. We have no pond, but I bump into frogs a few times every year (he is a frog; he is smooth-skinned and he jumps). There are roses (Alec’s Red – knockout scent and cosmos (Chocamocha) in flower and even the odd sweet pea.  What I am really waiting for is the maples to change colour. I am impatient to know which of my new seedlings has the best autumn glow. This impatience is foolish, I must not wish the summer away and the marigolds (Calendula) in the veg plot are still covered in blooms a joy to behold.And there is plenty of drama (Pampas Grass) in the botanical gardens.