On the motionless branches of some trees, autumn berries hung like clusters of coral beads, as in those fabled orchards where the fruits were jewels . . .”
Charles Dickens
It's no longer autumn and the ornamental pear trees in the back garden are still holding onto their brilliant orange leaves, resisting the frost and winds. It's like looking at a wall flames from through the glass bi-fold doors inside. It gives me a jolt every morning when I look out groggy-eyed from sleep.
There too is the mandatory trampoline with the protective netting, an essential landscaping accessory for every Canberra garden with children. Shame about the telegraph poles. Both unfortunate, but necessary, adornments which stand inert and unchanging through the seasons.
