Took this photograph one November. The verbena were still in bloom and a mist hung over the garden. The spider web adds another dimension.
I don't know if I have ever mentioned it but I live in a very old house. When in bed at night and all is quiet the house creeks and groans like an old personwith aches and pains. Last night I went into one of those lovely deep sleeps after a full day of working. Suddenly a blood curdling cry went out, I woke eyes fixed and shot straight under the duvet. "Jeeps we've got a ghost." The scream went out again, now fully awake I realised it was a fox, and he was sitting below our bedroom window. I got up, he was a handsome chap, took one look at me and shot over the fence. Funny now, wasn't at the time!!!!! Quote: Gardening is the slowest of performing arts.