I’ve just returned from nine days away. And in that time, Autumn has come marching in. How I love this view from my back balcony: the colours, the shapes, the season.
This morning wandering around the garden just as the sun began to rise, the pink azaleas, dripping with dew, looked so fresh and so delicate. I’d never really admired them before. But I couldn’t help thinking this was the kind of image my mother would have loved. So I took a photo. And for the very first time, I began to appreciate azaleas.