Sorry about this. Two gardening posts in a week is indulgant. I'll have snide comments from non-Tory bloggers suggesting that I'm avoiding politics because our opinion poll leads are shortening. Well No. Its just that there's been so much in the media about this years absolutely stunning autumn colours. I don't want to feel left out.
OK, so its not Westonbirt. And she's a bit past her best because today's wind has taken a fair few of her clothes off. But there can be no more beautiful sight (except for those we love) than an Acer palmatum dissectum 'viridis' in the autumn.
In the spring she starts off rather slowly. You could say she doesn't look her best in the morning. There's always quite a bit of die back, and the new leaves dribble out rather than burst forth. But when she's fully clothed in her freshest green, she makes a lovely centrepiece for the 'gallery' lawn all summer. And then this happens. Every year. Regular as clockwork. And I marvel at all those stupid people who pay fortunes for stuffed sharks in Formaldehyde.