Sandwhiches in the garden on Sunday because our bottoms were too muddy from adventures in the forest.
The weather was too lovely for spending indoors.
The garden is kind of messy.
But it's ok with me.
So satisfying it was too get my hands on this pulling away the dead bits that come away so easily in my hands.
And admiring the webs. Long, thin threads across the way.
Appreciating how tall my twisted willow is. I can't reach the top, but I will look forward to my first cuttings to bring indoors later this winter.
But I'll wait for all the curls to fall away. There's still time yet.
The acer's "moment" is nearly done. But it was so good and it's ok.
Perhaps this is my favourite season in the garden.
The pressure is off.
No need to keep the grass under control, or feel like I should be doing more in the garden, even though I have already vowed and accepted to keep things easy maintenance/low key for now.
Now is the time to watch things happen, get things "sorted" for the winter; slow pottering in fresh air and enjoyment is what it's all about.