‘I do sincerely trust
that the benediction
that is always awaiting me
in my garden may by degrees be more deserved and that I may grow in grace and patience and cheerfulness, just like the happy flowers
I so much love.’ Elizabeth von Arnim
So sang Sinatra in September Song and it’s certainly true.
The long light nights giving
opportunities for reading or working in Pablo’s garden until late evening have
now gone, compensated for by the ethereal light cast by theharvest moon – which always reminds me of
late artist and friend, Tom McGuinness, whose night time scenes were always
illuminated by the glow from a McGuinness
There is still lots of colour
both to be seen and to look forward to in the autumn garden as, ironically, the
hot area of the colour wheel is in the ascendancy – oranges, yellows and
flaming red – Nature’s own bonfire which, with perfect timing, will burn itself
out around 5th November.
My song is half a sigh
Because my green leaves die;
Sweet are my fruits, but all
my leaves are dying;
And well may Autumn sigh…
by Christina Rossetti (1830 – 1894)
Don’t be too downhearted by
Christina’s usual doleful verse.
Bronze fennel and apple mint
In Pablo’s garden we’ve still
got Nature’s fruitful bounty to look forward to – the harvesting of apples and
pears; the gathering of seeds for drying and growing on next year; dividing and
replantingperennials ; indulging in the
produce from the greenhouse including the delights of jam and chutney making
and the optimistic buying and planting of spring bulbs.
gardening but, more importantly, as my grandfather always signed off his letters to me -