If I could live in perpetual autumn I would. Round here doors are open wide to the warmth, sheets are dried in the afternoon sun and suppers are served late. Right now I’m sitting at my outdoor table and Morgan has come to see what I’m up to.
I hope this lovely late summer weather is here to stay.
I love it. I love it.
There are tons of cherry tomatoes in the garden, sun-warmed, bursting; we can’t keep up with the harvest. I bought a nice fresh celeriac and I’m going to make some lovely celery root salad to stuff those cherry tomatoes with.
I remember having that salad in France, in Annecy, sitting at the shore of Lake Geneva, watching the swans float by. Warm tomatoes and this yummy salad always bring me back there.
The maples in the shade garden are slowly dropping leaves. Crisp and dry under foot, soon they will blanket the garden and put the ferns to bed and help feed the rhodos and next spring’s snowdrops and bluebells.
There are loads of asters in the garden. The dry Vancouver summer has really helped them thrive. My brilliant plan worked. This spring I planted fifteen stargazer lilies in the east garden under my bedroom and at night the fragrance seeps in thru the open window. Their sweet perfume is so lovely and, inside, one stargazer lily in the middle of a vase of garden flowers perfumes the whole house.
Did I say I love it?