I met up with Ali last week and we wandered the gardens of Cragside admiring the wealth of autumn flowers and colour.
And I knew my garden which was so gloriously bright a few weeks ago had barely a hint of colour in it.
Until I looked closely and then I found there was colour after all,
but only one, a yellow gold colour the warmth of which mirrored the late summer sun.
Yellow courgettes, and their flowers, ripening pumpkins.
Unexpected sunflowers which grew from spilt birdseed,
bright golden fennel flowers from a plant I chose for it's foliage,
seed heads bright against the sky.
Sunshine glinting on grasses
Golden rays bursting through the pinks and purples of an early morning sunrise.
There is colour everywhere, I just need to remember to look harder.