Bells on arbours shine...
…making spirits bright.
Late November
Green and grey in Chilliwack
Morning sunlight and shadows
Skimmia japonica, 17 November 2018
Sunlight glides along the leaves, turning crystals to droplets. Signs of the first autumn frost — so late this year — quickly disappear.
Hesperantha coccinea (Crimson flag lily), 17 November 2018
Colour in the early November garden
“Most people, early in November, take last looks at their gardens, and are then prepared to ignore them until the spring. I am quite sure that a garden doesn't like to be ignored like this. It doesn't like to be covered in dust sheets, as though it were an old room which you had shut up during the winter. Especially since a garden knows how gay and delightful it can be, even in the very frozen heart of the winter, if you only give it a chance.”
~ Beverley Nichols
“The berry's cheek is plumper...”
Dogwood (Cornus) berries, 28 October 2018.
“The maple wears a gayer scarf...”
Maple tree, Heather Park, 02 November 2018
The morns are meeker than they were -
The nuts are getting brown -
The berry’s cheek is plumper -
The rose is out of town.
The maple wears a gayer scarf -
The field a scarlet gown -
Lest I sh'd be old-fashioned
I’ll put a trinket on.
~ Emily Dickinson (source)
Hello, November
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
~ Emily Bronte (source)
Parthenocissus
Parthenocissus quinquefolia (Virginia Creeper),
09 October 2018, Cambie neighbourhood
Parthenocissus tricuspidata (Boston ivy),
11 October 2018, City Square Park
Parthenocissus quinquefolia (Virginia Creeper),
15 October 2018, Cambie neighbourhood
Autumn colour palette: copper, bronze, gold, saffron
“Just before the death of flowers,
And before they are buried in snow,
There comes a festival season
When nature is all aglow.”
- Author Unknown
Photographed in the Cambie Neighbourhood, 09 October 2018.
Hydrangeas, mid-October
“I like spring, but it is too young. I like summer, but it is too proud. So I like best of all autumn, because its tone is mellower, its colours are richer, and it is tinged with a little sorrow. Its golden richness speaks not of the innocence of spring, nor the power of summer, but of the mellowness and kindly wisdom of approaching age. It knows the limitations of life. ”|
~ Lin Yutang