September blooms

     

Creamy white Roses and Baby's Breath from a friend's September bouquet. Add some apple blossom (the Apple tree is for the month of September in Irish folklore, symbolising replenishment and healing) and not forgetting some Sweet Williams for the groom :).

Evening in a Summer Garden

Wood pigeons cooing their lullabyes. Robins flying quietly home back into the trees. 
Sounds carry from a neighbour's nearby garden; glasses clinking and laughter. 
Above the wall, old-fashioned, full, pink roses seem to glow in the dim, dusky, half-light of a long Summer twilight.
 A wooden seat for dreaming and enjoying the night time vespers.

Quietly Novembering

Quiet colors outside- soft greys and browns and subdued greens. Here and there tints of gold leaves twirling down like yellow paper snowflakes, patterning the dark path underfoot. The trees are quiet too, with their arms folded and eyes closed. Quiet colours inside too, like candlelight.

August, a month with two seasons in it.

The air is cooler and fresher. The sometimes golden sun still echoes Summer but it hangs lower in the sky making the shadows reach further. The big, old oak and sycamore trees cast long shapes across the windy grass. Their leaves are hinting, tinting yellow, red and brown. The swallows are gathering and preparing for their long journey. Gentle reminders of Autumn.