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Celebrated the return of the British summer - grey sky, rain and gales, at last! - and the acquisition of a new macro lens, by visiting the Secret Garden at Carey. Strangely, I had the rose garden entirely to myself. Just me, with my umbrella occasionally blowing inside out, and the roses uncomplaining in the wind and rain.

( Perhaps too many photographs of roses )

Tulipa kolpakowskiana, maybe? Though the leaves didn't look noticeably wavy.

( The blossom versus the east wind )

Took a walk through the gardens at Kingston Maurward. A very March-like morning. When the sun came out, it felt like spring. When the sun vanished behind towering white clouds, it felt like winter. Wrens singing their hearts out. The rooks refurbishing their nests, and very noisy about it. ( Read more... )

It's grey again, and there's a northeasterly wind blowing the leaves from the trees: November, doing the autumn thing properly.

( And gardens grow melancholy... )

Made my usual autumn pilgrimage to Minterne Gardens to see the maples. Only there wasn't much daylight for photography, so my shots didn't come out sharp. It's artistic blur, I tell you.

( Maple leaves on a grey day )

Autumn is here. It's dark on my morning walks, and the Sika stags are wailing in the forest. But, fortunately, I know where there is a gate back to summer...

( A salvia spectacular )

Sorbus 'Pink Pearl'.

( The gardens at Holme are starting to look a little autumnal... )