The last grand show from the garden, the trees take the main stage with their riot of colour from burnt reds and coppers, the grasses catch the morning dew laced with webs. With a chill in the air we say good bye to our summer visitors, the swallows gather and talk of warmer lands, the sun sets low catching the trees and the birds sing their last songs of summer, its a very special time, a time to catch our breath and prepare for winter and all its wonders.