Final flourish

Glorious.
Frosted.
Brown edged.
A carpet of white leaves.

But still a few surviving. 
And I couldn’t resist one last blip.

A beautiful sunny day. I could sit on my bench with the latest Val McDermid novel, with my thoughts drifting back to Italy.
(Extra:) The Aperol by my side isn’t spritz, more like soda…… but the mood continues.