down the garden path

In addition to being a fabulously well dressed woman, my great aunt Miss Q is quite the gardener and has been hounding me to send her some pictures of my own efforts in this department.  I fear that recent conversations on the subject may have misled her into thinking we have something quite grand going on here, or maybe it's the ease with which certain plants are grown here in the wet British Isles as opposed to the perpetual drought that is California.  Whatever the reason, she asked and I (ever the good niece) responded.  I thought I might share the results with you as well.

mushrooms

Fall into Autumn

There is a strange misconception over here that Americans have never heard this word before.  People will say to me "Autumn . . ." and then hastily add ". . . or as you would say 'Fall'"

in which I meet a large buck deer

This fine fellow was hanging out in a derelict walled garden on the below mentioned manor house estate.  I have no idea what he was doing there.