One of my favorite things about Autumn is watching the garden change... I adore the plump red rose hips that gather themselves like arrogant dancers above all the fading greenery in my tumble of a garden. They seem almost a little wicked, with their old crumbled hats... definitely wanton, and ready to celebrate the coming of frost, their red globes waving at us, beckoning for attention.
Rose hip botanicals by Gael Sellwood
