I'm having difficulty pressing the Autumn switch in my head. When I do there will be no stopping me - bedding plants will be mercilessly tossed out, the herbaceous border will cut back until it is just a memory and the shed will be tidy. There will be pruning, dividing and mulching. Magic things will happen to the lawn so that it is a source of joy next year instead of something that we avert our eyes from. And there will be bulbs because the plans in my head require narcissi, iris, tulips, allium and anemone. All of these things will happen (except possibly the lawn) but I keep expecting the sun to shine for a day or two, a micro Indian Summer, so I can recline on the garden sofa. I know that this is foolishly optimistic but while I wait I have bought a Hydrangea paniculata 'Vanille Fraise' which will extend my Hydrangea obsession to October. Win!