Faces in the trees
Hello October and hello you! Hope you are keeping well. I don't think we're ever too old to do a bit of autumn treasure hunting, do you? I still marvel at fir cones and conkers and I do love the occasional monkey swing in a tree (move aside kids!). Here I am, sensibly dressed in my back to school satchel, green flasher mac and sturdy boots at Enys Garden, Penryn. (p.s. that's not a scout tie, it's my homemade face mask) Just look at these jubilant Kniphofias, soaking up every last ray of sunshine, reflecting back the sun's happiness, face to face. Even the old handsome Enys house seemed to enjoy warming its stones, humming contentedly with the goings on of a socially distanced antiques fair inside. Set away from the house, there are quieter, hidden spaces and a newly uncovered woodland glen. The joy of having a year's pass to a garden is seeing it change throughout the seasons and learning more about it with each visit. I have mentioned in a previous post her...