The sun later drew Rich once more out into the garden with one considerable difference. This time he wore sensible shoes and a coat. A perfect sky greeted him with not a cloud in sight. A warm orange glow highlighted the horizon.
His mother took another nap, earlier than usual, and though her growing tendency to sleep worried him, today his gratitude at having a few hours of peace outweighed his concern. Determined to enjoy some time away from the paperwork, he set off around the perimeter of the estate.
Pity almost everything died back this time of year. The dogwoods, though, every garden needed those. The deep red, bright green and yellow-tipped orange sticks of various varieties, now devoid of leaves, provided excellent autumn and winter colour. As he walked on, he came across more pr
