We couldn't do that now - there's a chill in the air, and there have been frosts in the morning. Yesterday morning you could still see frost on the ground in the shadows at 8 o'clock. Late Summer, that glorious time of rich green trees, golden fields and stinging magenta rose bay willow herb, has given us its last few days.
Now the trees are turning and the leaves are falling, but the days are no less beautiful when the sun shines. That nip in the air in the mornings makes me feel excited, and when the sky is that hard, clear blue I want to be out walking somewhere beautiful...my walks to the next village to catch the bus have been good substitutes. You notice so much more when you're walking. There was a perfect sunny morning last week and I noticed so many beautiful things - the shades of tan and gold in the trees, the purple clover in the grass verges, the berries glowing in the hedgerows.
My garden has been tucked up for the autumn - there's not much going on. All the vegetables in the veg patches have been pulled up, and the ground has been dug over. There are vegetables you can grow throughout Autumn and Winter, but wth the exception of a Brussels Sprout plant that Dad gave me (which is looking very large and splended) I haven't planted any. With two long weekends away and then a couple of weekends where I had to work the poor garden has taken a very back seat recently.
However, It'll soon be time for planting bulbs and thinking of them tucked up, safe and warm underground, waiting to stir into life when the Winter's over...and then the cycle will begin again. Round and round...we're all creatures of Nature, whether we know it or not, and it gives me the most immense pleasure to feel connected to the cycle of the seasons. Life and Death and Life...a garden is human existence in miniature.
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