
My garden is quite high in altitude, about 700metres above sea level. I'm still quite lucky that my surrounding is still very much golden red autumn. Some days, when the fog comes in, I am above the fog-line.


Whenever the sun peeked out from behind the clouds, I took the chance to be outside in the garden and bathe in the golden light of autumn.
Last year, the snow arrived on the last day of October. Honestly, I'm not looking forward to the first snowfall in the garden. I'm really not ready and the garden is still full with buds and blooming despite the drop in temperatures.
The cool temperature really brings out the intensity of the colours from the flowers and leaves. There are still small bugs flying around collecting nectar. They must be very hungry now that there are less wild flowers in the meadows.
Sometimes I just sit there amongst my plants and observe the wildlife busy enjoying the

They really taught me to make the best of the last moments in autumn and try to enjoy the garden leftovers even when it means I have to go around with thick pullover and a layer of windbreaker.
Nature is an amazing teacher.