Autumn in the garden

Between the rain showers....

Beneath the silver birch, the fungi are emerging...

pushing the soft, wet soil out of the way.

The crab apples await the arrival of flocks of hungry wax-eyes.

Pure white nerines....

and a camellia named after Christmas, but trapped in the wrong hemisphere.

The hydrangeas have faded....

and the hostas are rotting, turning into a brown, slimy mess.

A bright note of colour.

The last of the birch leaves, attached to skeletal branches, outlined against a winter sky.