I haven’t written in a while because I have been greatly occupied out of doors – something which is now possible with serious vigour, because the sun has finally finished with its infernal shenanigans and we have real weather – like clouds, and drizzle, and wind.
Today a great grey covering of promised rain is being sulkily withheld for the third day in a row, and everyone in the house is both sleepy and tense – a most uncomfortable cocktail – like a late Summer hangover.
I have torn out a humongous hedge which has been creeping out further and further, with its middle getting deader and deader. Beastly, furious work, but it’s left me with a hole to fill, and a gardener loves nothing better than a scrap of blank canvas, even if the ground underneath is brittle as old chalk! It’s a new challenge, a full call-to-arms first thing in the morning. It is a sense of purpose, and an inexplicable current of energy…
All this means that the season is about to turn over.
Harvest tractors plague the country roads, there is a smell in the air.
Autumn is coming.
Here’s to harvest and the coming autumn. Glad to be back where there are 4 seasons.
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Autumn is the connoisseur’s season! Where were you before? Sounds like a ghastly place…
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San Diego and it was ghastly. Overhyped, overcrowded and overpriced.
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Ah! Good to know for when I get to that great American Road Trip. I will give San Diego a massive swerve! 😉
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