by Christine Breen
A red-orangepoppy, bright as an African sora, opened above a sea of autumn green in the flower bed in front of the house, shocking everything else in sight like some electrifying force and clashing with the rose sedum.
A minor collision of colour. I love it. Cerise dahlias tower above blue salvias and rudbeckia.
Butterflies hop to the pink Japanese anenomes from fired-up sedums. A lonesome dragonfly whirrs above the daises dying. The swallows have flown but a black headed siskin twitters nearby.