I am sorry to see the last of the Glory Vine’s red leaves preparing to drop and join the colourful drifts along the verandah edges.
But the little maple trees are taking up the Autumn baton from them.
At my last home, the Liquid Ambers were the light sources of dull winter days, but here does not seem cold enough for them to really glow.
Instead the Maples, not even as tall as me yet, are showing off vivid vermillion stems flushing into their buttery leaves.
And most welcome of all in winter are my citrus fruit trees, especially the perfect miniature, ornamentally shaped and coloured and deliciously sweet (skin) and tart (flesh) all at once, my Nagami cumquat.