GOLDEN DAYS

If only we had more sunshine. I have to nip out into the garden when we have a short burst of sunlight to capture autumn colours.

There is still plenty of water in the garden flooding down from the back field and springs all over the place. If you look hard enough there are small things of delight - a colourful raspberry leaf or even the first daffodil shoots appearing under the leaf litter - I know, it is just the beginning of November.

 

Other hidden gems include the black hypericum fruit and  backlit honesty seedheads. R has cut back the helianthus stems and I have pruned the hydrangea Annabelle taking ten cuttings and putting them in the cutting bed.

I had hoped the garden camera might have caught something interesting but only one pheasant and many grey squirrels (or one squirrel over and over again.)

So I have moved the camera down by the pond hoping to capture video of the moorhen and anything else that might want to drink or swim. There are flowers in the garden - roses, fuchsia (planted by the gate to remind me of hedges near Glencolumbkille) and pink hydrangea.

The greys are also doing well especially when backlit - euphorbia and pittosporum.

I have collected the last of the Bramley apples but the central branch is just too high - perhaps it will need to be removed? Late winter perhaps best when the tree is dormant. Other success are out giant cauliflower - that is the whole thing next to the parsnip creature from the deep. (Educake pen for scale.)

It is Saturday evening, a sunset, Joe Biden is President-elect over the pond (or thereabouts), room on the news to mention Brexit and coronavirus again. So exciting 💤💤.

 

 

Wonderful sunny Saturday but now it is Sunday and grey and mizzling and damp.

In the end it comes back to the end of the best autumn colour with the Great White Willow.

Must go and wind up all the clocks.