The recent wind and rain have seen off most of the deciduous leaves in the garden, and it is always a shock to see the skeletal framework again and fascinating to get a glimpse of the bustles, hoops and cages of our trees’ crinolines after about 9 months of garden greenery (although I have earlier memories of trees being leafless between September and May). There are a sprinkling of leaves still hanging on here and there, but I suspect that my Big Sweep on Sunday may be the last major effort required this year. I picked a thick layer of leaves from the stream too, which was still flowing merrily underneath – I have only had to top it up a couple of times since I renovated the one bank, so I am reasonably optimistic about its success this time round. It is such a pleasure having it running again and the birds love it too; the turf seems to have taken well and should look good until it the Spring when it will need cutting for the first time, which is a different story altogether.
To all those offended (or otherwise taken aback) by my inadvertent reference yesterday to an apparent decadent life of leisure I promise to try and avoid any reference whatsoever to the joys of retirement from paid employment, even though a day does not pass when I don’t express gratitude for the opportunity nor for the other joys in my life 🙂