Gusts of wind salted with rain. A bumblebee somehow manages to hold steady, hovering in front of a kerria rose, then going to the elder.
The severely pruned elder tree has one green limb, hidden from the arborist by a rampant kerria. Its covert blossoms draw a few tiny flies.
Leaves wilt on the buddleia and kerria branches piled in the center of the garden—which is now so much lighter, even with the sun gone in.