September 2025

I always feel that this time of year is one of transition as we edge away from bright summer with birdsong and bees, towards damp dewy mornings and the closing of curtains at teatime. The garden is a mix of spent blooms and dried up leaves beside the vibrant evergreens, already hinting at their glory time to come at the close of the year. These bull rushes in the pond once again stand tall with their rich brown furry heads held high and strong in the autumn winds. As usual in September I am stitching holly and mistletoe and Christmas trees, ready for the seasonal orders soon to be packed up. Lots of different greens!