It was foggy for most of the morning and I was mulling over collecting a vase of dead and skeletonized stuff for Halloween, if I got back in time to pick the seed heads. But by the time I made it back, there was golden sunlight slanting through the gaps in the hedge highlighting a few flowers and berries, so I changed my mind. The vase is now an eclectic selection of interesting pieces from the borders: dead, dying and very much alive.
Since I had started to gather some dead spikes of lovage, honesty and phlomis, I kept those as a topical backdrop to the colour of the living blooms. The honesty looks a little skull-like with sun behind it, so that seems appropriate too.
Persicaria, guelder rose berries and hardy fuchsia magellanica add some suitable bloody tones and drop-like shapes.
Mina lobata, tomatillo and crocosmia seedheads add some pumpkin colours around the edges.
It feels like the end of the season and November will see the beginning of the frosts. We are predicted some for Tuesday and Wednesday nights. However there are lot of little pieces of colour for now. I am still particularly enjoying the small, starry, pink flowers of aster ‘Lady in Black’, which arches across the vase here.
Bathed in the setting sunlight, the diverse individual flowers in the vase seem to blend together.
“It is, I believe, a quality that will mark out the English landscape to any objective observer as the most deeply satisfying in the world, and this quality is probably best summed up by the term ‘greatness.’ … And yet what precisely is this greatness? … I would say that it is the very lack of obvious drama or spectacle that sets the beauty of our land apart. What is pertinent is the calmness of that beauty, its sense of restraint. It is as though the land knows of its own beauty, of its own greatness, and feels no need to shout it.”
From ‘Remains of the Day’ by Kazuo Ishiguro