Thursday, 13 September 2012

Contrast


The Gardener comes in with an armful of flowers, including sweet peas, to fill the house with their scent.




Looking after gardens whose owners are away for months provides joys like this. Keep picking the flowers, and more will come.



In the evening, the air is chilly, the wind whistles in the chimney, and we light the stove. The scent of an autumn wood fire mingles with the  summery fragrance of the flowers. 


Disconcerting, but nice.

11 comments:

judy in ky said...

Very nice, indeed.

dinahmow said...

Ahh...sweet peas. Thank you.
(oh, and welcome back!)

Lucille said...

Yes it's time to light the stove. My sweet peas are over.

Dartford Warbler said...

You house must smell wonderful!

Hope you had a lovely holiday.

zephyr said...

oH! those sweet peas...those roses!!

Karen said...

Sweet peas. Now that brings back memories of my grandmother's garden back in the 60's.

Still in the 80's here in North Carolina, but the light has become very autumnal . . .

Bow Street Flowers said...

Sweet peas!! Men seem to grow the best ones! I wonder why?
Our weather has been like California. Very warm days, cool nights. So pleasant. Just a hint of Autumn a few days ago when the days were in a bit cool.
I admire your fire!

flwrjane said...

Two of my favorite things. neither of which I have.

Thanks for sharing yours.

Where's Flossie?

xo Jane

Jen said...

The sweet peas are so sweet! Love the yellow roses, and your fire.

mountainear said...

Sounds pretty good on all sorts of levels. I sense contentness.

mountainear said...

Brain-fuddled - I'm sure I meant contentment - if not pleasure in simple things.

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