This is the garden at its most theatrical. High drama, indeed.
A light rain last night left a morning fog and full sun. The saturated foliage, wet now, almost ready for dissolution, caught the light, making the plants appear to glow against the vague, foggy background.
This is atmosphere made visible. One of those chance moments when the late autumn garden comes alive.
Yesterday we cleaned out the pond, lined the bottom to discourage plant growth and keep the water open, then refilled it, just in time to catch these reflections of the morning sun.
Below you see mostly plants at the top of the bank outside the house, with the lower garden dropping away into darkness …
… this closer view shows some of the intervening growth between the house and the woods on the opposite side of the garden. The new red mobile is just visible to the left.
And here is the sharp drop down to the area of the reflecting pool, newly made last winter and mostly in its first year of growth.
Looking from the north end of the narrow terrace outside the house …
… and a view of the terrace itself (almost 50 years old now) with Adirondack chairs for viewing the murder, mayhem and madness of the garden.