This year has been quite the curious one when it comes to growing. In what felt like the blink of an eye, the long-anticipated summer finally appeared, unleashing a drenching of sun, only to swiftly give way to whispers of autumn. The garden, presumably responding to the dry spell, is already showing signs of the changing season. Whilst saying goodbye to summer is always bittersweet, I can’t say I’m too disheartened. Autumn, with its crisper air and intense palette of russet, red and gold, has always been my favourite season, both in the garden and beyond.
My riot of dahlias is now reaching its glorious peak. As ever, it’s such a delight to see which of my old favourites have weathered the winter – left in the ground with a cosy layer of mulch and a hearty dose of hope. I also enjoy seeing how the few new additions I’ve planted are settling into their chosen spots. This time of year feels so special in the garden, with flowerheads flourishing in spectacular abundance, making it a joy to bring armfuls of fresh flowers indoors.
My medley of sunflowers has finally exploded into glorious life since the temperatures have warmed up a little. They have been well worth the wait – and, as with last year, they are all thanks to my dear dad who always grows the most sublime shades in rust and dark aubergine, which look gorgeous mixed in with the yellow fennel and pops of pink from the dahlias.
