The time of golden mornings that don’t fully rise into day, but wane from dawn in a gentle yawn back into dusk. And that tentative, fragile sort of cold that’s still trying winter on for size; not quite the darkest days of the year, but almost.
Dahlia ‘new baby’, ‘apple blossom’
Rudbeckia ‘Irish Eyes’.
Chrysanthemum ‘Tom Pearce’.