My pond is definitely dead; it has sprung a leak and sadly cannot be repaired. I shall transform it into a bog garden in the spring.
Meanwhile, the remainder of my garden is ALMOST ready to sleep for winter. I have been weeding and tidying in small bursts for several weeks, and only have a little weeding left to do; I shall then plant my remaining spring bulbs.
A few colourful blooms still smile back at me, including Achillea, Scabious, Calendula, Kaffir Lily and a few Roses, all pictured below.
I am reminded of a poem I wrote several years ago of two Roses lying side by side, one of which is dying:
A crimson hue of velvet petals nestles close to create a delicious bloom,
Gentle leaves embrace a fine green stem, each one veined with tiny lines,
A little three leaved branch sits quietly in a bend, waiting to mature,
Alongside these luscious leaves lies a large rosebud, embalmed in death,
Its petals have paled into mottled hues of dark red, pink and orange,
The cycle completed, the two roses rest side by side – a testament to each others beauty.