My garden is now in its absolutely last display of mature beauty. The surroundings are drenched in every shade of golden and red, as we experience the culmination of the fall colours.
In a couple of weeks, the same spot will become a cold and uninviting place. Barren as well, when all the beautiful leaves have turned and disappeared during a late autumn storm. The naked branches of caprifolium and clematis, with its dried brown left overs of the foliage, will stretch in a snake like manner, enveloping my fence, creating a winter nostalgia. It will be difficult to believe that once these were carrying scented white or cobalt blue flowers, with juicy green leaves, in the midst of the summer.
But until then, my terrace still is a secluded spot, which can offer a couple of hours of fragile sunshine, if the conditions are right. When the high pressure brings crisp air from the east, it becomes a shielded oasis, where the last rays of the autumn sun can be enjoyed.
Covered in blankest with a hot cup of coffee, I love to relish in the last splendor of the nature, before it retreats to enjoy its long winter sleep.