I wish I could insert a perfume to go with this Viburnum as easily as I can insert an image:
You can smell it from the car park, and I’m not surprised.
It is covered in flowers. Admittedly many are battered, but they still scent the air for metres around.
Autumn colour extends to almost everything now,
and I leave as many seedheads on as possible. This agapanthus, for instance, looks amazingly graphic in snow. Not that I’m wishing for snow, mind.
And the lawns are still covered in leaves. Final cut next week.
I may complain about the weather (no, really?), but I am so glad to live somewhere with such an extent of seasonal variation. I am. I am. And I will remind myself of that in – oh, mid-February. When I’d much rather be in the Caribbean.