Fall color from Stop sign red to ……. pink?

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The other day as I wandered through the fog taking in the colors, I started to see connections and transitions in the colors around me. Walking around with a camera will do that. Our maple in the front yard is what can only be described as Stop sign red. On a sunny day you need sunglasses it’s so bright.

In another garden I came across another maple that could be a color match for a fire hydrant.

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I found big maple leaves so red the color vibrated on our now green green grass. That’s one of my favourite benefits of living in a rainy place, the grass is green all winter.

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The crocosmia in our front garden glowed when the sun came out.

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And then the deeper red of this tree in the neighbourhood, it’s trunk full of the most lovely gray green moss.

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But there are more colors out there, purples, like the deep purple maple leaves found in the park next to the house.
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Then there is the wine colored purple and green in these swirling and twisting Canna Lily leaves….

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Or the magenta of the Autumn Joy sedum now in it’s glory in the front garden.

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And then what did I see but the full transition of red to pink, which is, to me, really a summer color. But no, here it is glowing under the ferns in another garden in these tiny delicate cyclamen.

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Or in my own garden, the gorgeous pink of the bergenia leaves as they change and die.

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But I leave you with the last color of the Hydrangea blooms, earlier in summer a periwinkle blue, and now, a lovely tint of magenta pink. And I haven’t even covered all the yellows and oranges…..

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moving through a quiet foggy morning….

Yesterday morning, looking out the kitchen window I found our garden softened by fog. You would think that living on the coast we would be socked in with fog more often, but actually, it’s really not that common where we live. I love fog. But then I love rain too. Good thing I live here in Victoria. So presented with or should I say, given the present of, a foggy morning, well, I just had to go out and be in it.
Fog feels so soft like this moss growing on the garden gate.

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In fog, sound is muffled, the air itself is quiet, much like these chimes encircled with clematis vine. Except for maybe the lonely sound of a fog horn. For me, that sound is instant relaxation.

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Even the little succulents growing in the basin in the garden, seemed to drink in the moisture from this low level cloud.

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Maybe that’s what it is, what attracts me…. I love feeling as though I’m moving through a soft, moist and silent cloud that’s come down to be with me in the garden.

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