….. and despite the largely cool, cloudy and damp weather the garden is singing to me.
We have eaten the offerings of the berry and currant bushes.
The tree fruits are ripening on their as yet slender boughs.
Jerusalem artichokes and mashua are rocketing skywards and oca is fast expanding outwards and upwards.
When the sun comes out bees, butterflies and an assortment of other flying insects are attending closely to the thousands of blossoms on the cardoons, mint, catnip, marjoram, budleia and hyssop.
The birds (blackbirds I think, but I wasn’t here to see) ate the aronia (chokeberry) berries.
In contrast to all this wildlife activity I am doing very little – nothing in fact – just enjoying it all. By this time of year I am always let go completely. The plants in the polycultures are growing together so closely that there is a general surge of growth and loveliness which I just want to spend time gazing at.
I want to look at the flowers …
… and the views. After all, winter is only round the corner.