Cinnabar and Dragon blood come to mind when seeing the vibrant vermilion sprays of our middle garden Japanese Maple. Its blazing breath reaches over towards payne's gray shadows racing through the forested hills, we call Walnut Hill and High Ridge, creating a stunning contrast. Sturdy oaks still grasping their last burnt sienna leaves are nearly naked now. The Japanese Maple is as out of place in our landscape as an ancient Dracaena cinnabari might be, but it is a dormant dragon so lifting the spirit with its late and lasting fiery vibrance.
Viburnums have yet to let go of their purple leaves.
Cotinus, without the smoke, adds to the last of early November's crimson garden palette.
Another sleeping dragon rests just below the farmhouse in our weeping Cutleaf Japanese Maple.
Other reds in the gardens this November are juicy spheres by the hundreds . . . apples remaining on, or below, the apple trees. We have a variety of Malus senior citizens about the gardens and are thankful to those who planted the ever giving trees, one at least, over a century ago.
Sedum 'Autumn Joy' still wearing its burgundy tones before aforementioned century old apple tree.
A stream of free falls given a good wash make yummy apple sauce.
Weeping crabapple outside of the little studio offers a tangy feast for over wintering birds.
Our Metasequoia in the north field spreads out her russet plumes.
In the south field sumac brightens the fading countryside.