Autumn Colour

I have delivered to Birmingham twice over the last two days and we have a few other orders in as well.Today we sent out the last of the Autumn Pansy and Violas.It feels great to sell out of a crop.
On the nursery we have started getting our one litre herbaceous range potted and into the four bay along with the Ranunculus.We have Bellis ready for transplanting along with the first batch of Viola but they need a pgr first.
Tomorrow is looking very busy so an early night ready for a very early start to try and fit everything in.

The blip was taken at the side of the road while I had a break before the long haul home in the traffic.The Olympus system is so small that I do carry it with me at times.For me perhaps DSLR days are over they feel so big,clumsy and outdated after using M43.

I have always liked Philip Larkin and this poem has an Autumn feel

Love Songs In Age
She kept her songs, they took so little space, 
The covers pleased her: 
One bleached from lying in a sunny place, 
One marked in circles by a vase of water, 
One mended, when a tidy fit had seized her, 
And coloured, by her daughter - 
So they had waited, till in widowhood 
She found them, looking for something else, and stood 
Relearning how each frank submissive chord
Had ushered in 
Word after sprawling hyphenated word, 
And the unfailing sense of being young 
Spread out like a spring-woken tree, wherein
That hidden freshness, sung, 
That certainty of time laid up in store 
As when she played them first. But, even more, 
The glare of that much-mentioned brilliance, love,
Broke out, to show 
Its bright incipience sailing above, 
Still promising to solve, and satisfy, 
And set unchangeably in order. So 
To pile them back, to cry, 
Was hard, without lamely admitting how 
It had not done so then, and could not now.