Too much loveliness

It was an achingly lovely, sunny, mellow, September day here yesterday, so why did I feel so melancholy? The garden is looking bedraggled and overrun with too much convolvulus (that I never manage to keep up with) but there are still sweeps of colour and pockets of beauty everywhere.

Butterflies on the Sedum... My Verbena Bonariensis... My Cosmos... And the very last - and minscule - bunch of sweet peas... Maybe a clue to my mood lay in that last title - the L word.