Red

I just managed to clear up from making some Corned Beef Cutlets, ready to fry up this evening for dinner, when the district nurse arrived to take my bloods. She’s early today. She’s usually nearer lunchtime.

 

As she left, she stopped to look at the glorious red of the acer at the far end of the garden.

 

The near acer has already lost most of its leaves. First the tree removed her top half leaving a cone of red as a skirt. Now the rain & wind have removed even that. It’s in a very exposed part of the garden, open to the elements.

 

But now the far acer has burst into full flame, a glorious red akin to what the near one was.

 

The other red spot is provided by the hydrangeas near the apple tree. The near hydrangea is pink & now the leaves are almost redder than the pink of the flowers. The other hydrangea, a white one, merges into the pink but its leaves, too, are going red.

 

Soon all the autumn colour will be gone. The birches have lost their gold though the white of their trunks looks good against the red of the far acer. Leaves carpet everywhere. Soon we will really be in the bare winter look.