Autumn has finally bared her white, sparkling teeth. Last week finally saw the arrival of our first frosts.
The cheerful Bishops’ Children (Dahlias) have bade their farewells, for the cold they cannot cope with. Many of the late-flowering perennials too have succumbed. Not much colour remains in the herbaceous borders but there is still some structure and we shall leave what’s there until it looks unsightly.
The sharp frosts will hasten what has been a very slow leaf-fall. The oaks, limes and beech here still have good heads of leaves, but for not much longer, I suspect.
This Acer atropurpureum, sheltered in the north-west corner of the walled garden is just at its best, its dark leaves intensifying to more firey shades.
And so, the garden starts to prepare for winter…