Well I had to do something with all that ravishing heather.
Besides, August - once the height of summer - has slipped soonly into autumn. Which is fine by me. ‘Cause autumn is my season. The comforting, comfortable, colour crazy time of year. The smoky, misty, crunchy damp time of year. Abundant and beloved.
So to celebrate - this wreath. Heather from the purple moors. Rowan berries from the hedgerow. Rosemary from the garden.