Red as the breast of a Robin
Red as the petals of a rose
Red as the rays of the evening sun
Red as a firelight glows
Red as your lips raised to mine
Red as a glass of red rich wine
Red as the dress you wore
When you promised to be mine
Thelma S. Pierce McBurney
The above poem was found on the Poem Hunter site
When I was looking round the garden while catching up on some Autumn pruning and weeding yesterday I saw just how much red was in evidence.
A somewhat fuzzy picture of a Robin Redbreast who wouldn't stay still.
My dwarf standard rose has decided it is time for a new flush of flowers.
It was not the only plant to decide that, in spite of the weather, it must be Spring.
Although some leaves on the Strawberry plants in the greenhouse are turning red...
... they are also producing new flowers and fruit.
As are some of the Raspberries in the fruit cage.
Who am I to argue that they have got their seasons all muddled up. At least it means I still have some fresh fruit to enjoy.
Just occasionally we get a bit of colour in the sky at Sunset. If only someone would demolish the telephone pole - but then I would lose my internet connection. Ah well, you can't win them all.
Yesterday was cool but gloriously sunny. Today we are back to normal though the rain did hold off until we had returned from our early morning walk.
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