There is something incredibly charming about a garden whencit reaches end of summer decay. The hunt to find just one more tomato that hasn't over rippened. The smell of summer, settling into the earth. It only lasts about a week before everything gets cleaned up for winter fava beans. But that one week is special.
She captured it perfectly in the video and painting.
We don't get that clearance of summer gardens here, as the seasons blend into one another and I just leave the garden debris to protect the soil. I notice though that the colours of death in nature are often vibrant and clashing - the scarlet of a dying sorrel leaf, bright colours of fungi on infected wood.