I am deeply envious. I garden on not-very-wonderful London clay, where I have to work really, really hard to get the good things to flourish. The weeds seem to do just fine for some unfathomable reason, but I struggle to produce all the wonderful colours that seem to appear almost effortlessly over here.
Normally for the Harvest Thanksgiving Festival at the beginning of October we struggle to find enough blooms to decorate the church, but this year ... well, everyone was a little bit spoilt for choice.
These wonderful hot pokers are sheltered from the wind by the shrubs growing around them, and, with the benefit of my mum's home-made leaf/ grass-cuttings compost, they seem to be thriving.
My favourites are these wonderful oriental poppies. They're perennial, and they put on such a spectacular show of glorious red throughout the summer season.
The leaves here are wonderful. My parents' house is surrounded by beech trees, which have the most wonderful ombre with the colours blending from yellow to russet to deep brown.
These little violas have reseeded across the vegetable patch where the summer vegetables have been dug out.
Whatever you're doing I wish you a safe and happy Halloween.
All the best,