The pale mauve flowers on this shrub reflected the flashlight,as the sky darkened.
The flower heads on the Miscanthus( or so I was told when we bought it) will be dropping soon, they are so delicate waving in a breeze, but after they are gone the leaves can stand tall and attractive on their own.
The weeping silver pear tree bears no fruit, but is a lasting legacy to my dear father-in-law. One year there was a mass of tall red poppies underneath, the flowers as high as the lower leafy branches. The dark red and pale green were a perfect compliment to each other. When we quilt, what better place to look than nature to select colour choices.The leaves are just turning a delicate pink. As with all our trees, the leaves on the northern sides turn colour first.
Soon all the flowering cherry trees will be bare, and the lawn a mass of colour.When we were in the South Island in Autumn some years ago, the leaves totally covered the grass at Lake Benmore near Twizel.No green colour, just a carpet of gold,yellow and deep orange turning to brown and tan.Maybe one day I will put those shades in a quilt, so different to my favourite blues,greens and purples.
Cheers from Jean