The garden is beginning to close down now for Winter, but there is still some colour as you can see.
It is also the time for spiders.
I have begun a poem about spiders and wonder if anyone would like to finish it.
This morning we had a "Line Squall" pass through the garden. It lasted about 90 seconds but looked and sounded quite scary. Nothing damaged except garden littered with rose heads.
Some places in the country had mini tornadoes and they did have damage.
Oh! Spider, spider how I hate you
Running around my bedroom floor
And then I watch in apt amazement
The emerging patterns on the garage door
Up and down and back and forward
Tirelessly your web you make
Nothing stops you ‘till you’re finished
Or I step outside and the thread do break
To break the web seems to me disaster
Delaying your supper by many hours
But it seems your patience knows no limits
As you begin again......................
I am a Snapdragon! What flower are you?
Just a bit of fun if you have time to do it.