dahlias and fog

This morning we woke up to find a thick, heavy blanket of fog muffling the valley, and halting the noise of the combine harvesters.  Eerie stillness.  The fog has lasted for the whole day, and it has felt as though all the world is staying indoors until it lifts.  Autumn is definitely here now, and the dahlias blaze triumphantly through it, softened in our arrangements with sprays of dainty starry michaelmas daisy, glowing purple verbena bonariensis, and loose pretty cosmos.  Last weekend we decorated the beautiful half-timbered village hall at Wistanstow for a Moroccan- themed wedding, using strong sharp colours in bad taste abundance.  With the embroidered wedding tent and the extravagant lanterns, it looked fantastic.