The Late Bloomer

Autumn is absolutely gorgeous. It project a certain drama that other seasons do not have, which makes me also quite dramatic.

For instance, looking at this last dying rose makes me sad. I call this flower the late bloomer. All her sisters are already long gone and she is still here dying alone. Her presence reminds us of the winter ahead.

Winter Garden

Our garden surprised me when I get back from work yesterday. By the sight of it, the gardener has been here. Once in a while, Mrs. M the gardener comes around to give our garden a make-over. We like our garden, but we just do not have the patience nor the skills to do the dirty job.