This drawing is in my illustrated 1998 journal. When you see the withered plants and the empty pots, and the slanting golden sun still warm, you know that autumn is here. The garden remains are on my terrace, and the scene is very much the same ten years later right now, except that I have flowering geraniums. Many of my plants winter over inside under lights.
Drawing is in ink, colored with waxy colored pencils, about 3.5 inches square.