The point at which the Swiss Alps touch Burgundy

Evelyn Ralph, potter from Glasgow and Geneva, calls Burgundy, France home. She made this lovely vase, part of her blue collection. Saturday night a full moon rose behind it.

This week it is welcoming grasses and herbs from the Swiss Alps, drying for winter bouquests. We had our first frosts, not hard, but enough to wilt all the flowers. The grasses and herbs carry on standing straight and tall, but now is the time to bring in bunches of them. The rosemary, sorrel and oregano leave a wonderful scent drifting through the house.

This morning a clear mountain sky lit up behind it as the sun prepared to rise.

Meanwhile, I managed to snip off the very little, very short-stemmed mums that remained hidden while the taller flowers were hit by frost. I put them in a pretty little bucket for another week of color since they were too short and perky for any of the vases.

Now we wait for winter.