SEPTEMBER SONG

 Not the old 78 of The Goons but here we are again at the back end of the year, nights drawing in and the odd bird beginning to sing post moult.

Where to start - some garden views - 

The white birches at the far end,

The clearing in the top corner,

The pond and shed.

The path to the veg beds and the far garden.

 In the darkness behind the top shed above the path to the pond I discovered a surprise - a big rabbit hole. So I stuffed it with old poles but they will have another way out or two I have not yet found.

C came and noted how many butterflies we have compared to his home in Oxford - another sad thought on the demise of the insect world. Our rampant buddleias do help.

Elsewhere there are warm colours in the garden, a sunflower, peculiarly dark nasturtium and bright dahlias.

There are gentler plants too - flowers on the hostas (and not too many holes in the leaves), the widespread seeded wild angelica and wild carrot in the lower garden. 

R brings the garden into the house and this brightens up a dull day with colour.

And there are birds but mainly pigeons - here one has flattened itself against the big living room window leaving the familiar white shadow (can a shadow be white?).

So I am plummed out and the damsons are arriving too. And we have still not used up last year's fruit from the freezer - the wildlife will have a feast.