Late autumn in the garden in The View from the Terrace

Yesterday was a beautiful day, bitterly cold but filled with sunshine. I love the way, when the sun is low, that it filters through the leaves. I can’t seem to catch it on camera, perhaps I need a more expensive one. I wish I could paint, something in the impressionist style could capture exactly what I mean. Hubby paints but he mainly copies photos from magazines or postcards. I don’t get that. We live in a beautiful area, you could paint a dozen beautiful pictures without leaving our house or garden. We have the Black Mountains on one side, the Golden Valley on the other, and a wooded hill opposite. A short journey away there are castles, pretty river valleys, fascinating villages, and the sunsets from the house are amazing. But when he paints he just copies pictures of places he hasn’t seen in real life.

Yesterday I just had to brave the cold and spend some time in the garden. I needed to rescue the last of my fuchsias from the hanging baskets, but mostly I wanted to be out in the sunshine. I planted a few pots of winter pansies for the window sills and put up the winter hanging baskets and window boxes.

This is the little train that Cat bought me for my birthday filled with the violets that I found in Dorchester market.

This is the view from our bedroom looking over the Golden Valley.

The photos were taken a couple of weeks ago and we have lost a lot of the leaves now but it is still lovely.