GREY DAYS

 

And so the clock go back an hour and the grey days creep in across the bay, mist, last week torrential rain and in the garden the grey foliage plants come into their own.

Euphorbias are a mainstay, in the garden and also in pots by the back door.

And many other shrubs, shade on shade.

We are awaiting the arrival of the fieldfares and redwings. The hips and haws are ripe and not yet taken by the thrushes and blackbirds.

We still have a few flowers especially the lingering geraniums and, as usual the fatsia.

And the red alstroemeria (that R does not like). She has cut back the herbaceous plants, now over, in the back bed and I have assassinated the bay tree by the kitchen that is getting too big. I hate to think where its roots may be going. Then I cut back the buddleias - I know should be done in February but it lets so much more light into the kitchen when done.

And there are browns, whether in variegated shrubs, dying cherry leaves or moribund hostas.

We have a bonfire but it is soaking so for another day not Bonfire Night.

Plans are afoot to build new veg beds but, as yet only on paper.

So, Saturday, Happy Birthday Izzy. It is raining here so will stay in. Compost can wait.