|The gorgeous iris foetidissima|
|The blackbirds are working hard trying to finish off|
the grapes, but there are still a few bunches
|Next year's figs|
And finally the flowers...
|Red geraniums sheltered by the front door|
|Ivy leaved geranium in a hopper|
|The hydrangeas are drying out now but still a lot of|
colour to be had
|Another favourite - hydrangea villosa|
|Small petalled and two tone as the colour drains...|
|Winter jasmine is just starting to flower|
|The sculptural castor oil flowers|
|Last of the bears breeches|
|This abutilon is slow to get going but doesn't seem to mind |
when it gets a tad cold
|This little volunteer is the hard worker of the garden - probably |
blooming for nine months of the year and positioning
itself tastefully wherever. it spots a space
|Can't beat a chrysanthemum at this time of year|
|Old favourite for cheerfulness and usefulness,still |
providing leaves and flowers for salads in November.
|In two colours too!|
It's been said many times that the West has dual values when it comes to grieving, giving it more importance when death happens closer to home. Maybe this is true of the people in power, but for many of the rest of us life is precious and a life lost is always a tragedy. So the taking of life in the name of religion is the ultimate act of cowardly aggression and leaves the whole of humanity the poorer.
There's a poem by Warsan Shire going around Facebook which says it all:
later that night
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the
where does it hurt?
So this candle burns for the victims in Paris and Beirut, their families and friends, the men, women and children lost to war whenever and wherever, and also for those fleeing violence - the refugees, many of whom will face another hard winter trying to escape the ravages of war.