@brittarnhild
November is here, and with her comes the shorter days. Still the garden can be bathed in light for a few hours every day, but the sun is low, and soon she hides herself behind the hill south of our property.
The garden is very different from the neverending light summer days. The first days of bright autumn are also gone. November is a winter month, and we can already see snow on the distant mountain tops. On my daily garden walks I find tiny little hidden flowers, but when I walked around with my camera today, I was looking for another kind of beauty. A beauty found in a deep, warm colour palette never to be seen the rest of the year.
Most of the leaves from trees and bushes have let go, the most stubborn still have something to show. A beauty which belongs to the last days of autumn only. A beauty we too often miss during this dark period of the year.
Fifty shades of orange. Red, yellow, brown, ocre, terracotta. The names of these late autumn colours are as many as their shades.
My getting ready for the dark winter days-backpack is filling up. The winter companion I can´t live without.
