Pumpkins are the center piece. Even though orange flowers are few in my garden's pastel palette, they are ones that are remembered here.
The bird of paradise is magnificent when it blooms. Soon I will have two new blooms. Even though it is the LA flower, it was brought over by settlers from South Africa. It didn't seem real to me before moving here some 8 years ago. That's why I had to have one in my small garden. Now that it's grown, I have to prune it often, lest it impede the narrow walkway.
The miniature rose and small zinnia blossoms bring orange to my eyes in pleasant array.
Two shades of orange from the same rose bush enhance the vision of autumn. In the North there would be leaves of this color, which I can only imagine here.
More pumpkins, these from last year. Dreams of an autumn I only see in those few trips to New York in the fall.
A walk in a Ukranium camp in October 2006. One of my last tastes of the lovely autumn in the North.