It’s raining hard today, so I spent a while looking at old photos of the garden and my earlier watercolours. This one I painted three years ago, bringing in branches and berries from the garden. The leaves were spectacular colours that year – it was a beautiful autumn.
The rose hips are from rosa rugosa bushes, one of the first bushes my husband, David and I planted when we moved here to Norway. The birds love them, so they don’t last very long. The honeysuckle here grows wild all along, both up and down the mountain. It flowers well into the frost and sometimes over, depending on the weather.