Up, Down, Round and Around

up.downAnother lovely day despite close proximity to the end of the month, and looking up, down, round and around I have found great pleasure in observing more new spikes of Colchicum autumnale album (grubby and weather worn, but hey! no matter), the glorious beech next door, the unreachable apples getting bigger and redder and too far away to photograph clearly, the resilient brachyscome flowers which are still going strong after surviving all that last winter could throw at them (and see a tiny aphid if you look closely – is it really pink?); marvel at the last remaining clematis flower, C ‘John Howells’, the perfectly formed ‘Pink Perpetué’ and the proud possessors of the name ‘Rural England’; note how the seedpod on Iris foetidissima unfurls into four quadrants, bursting with bright red seeds, and then scrunch your way (yes, they are dry and crunchy now) through the leaves on the path and kick them around to your heart’s content.

I have every sympathy with sufferers of Seasonal Affective Disorder and depression in any form, and am sorry that Thomas Hood had reason to write November off as a miserable month in the way that he did. However, I firmly believe that getting out and about into the natural world, whether it’s ones own garden, the countryside, woodland, coast, park or anywhere outside where we can breathe in and feel fresh air on our faces  is a positive and grounding experience, and developing a relationship with this natural world will take it a step further. Those of us who share a deep bond with our gardens already know this….


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9 Responses to Up, Down, Round and Around

  1. Awesome post and GREAT photos!

  2. Christina says:

    Those apples must be such a temptation; can’t you find a long enough ladder or will you have to wait until they are windfalls?

  3. Annette says:

    Very true, Cathy, you know how I feel about this. Looking at the little treasures in your garden lifts the soul and reminds me of my two Iris foetidissima in the Hydrangea Walk. I wonder how much longer do I have to wait before they flower? Guess they’re sulking because I’ve moved them so often before they came here. 😉

    • Cathy says:

      I hope yours oblige soon. And the flowers are so subtle they are easy to miss – many times I have not noticed mine flowering 😉

  4. Cathy, for the first part of your post I am pleased for you that you have so much going on in your garden but the second ‘preachy’ part of the post offends me
    To assume that people just need to get out when you know nothing of their circumstances is some what narrow minded, perhaps they can’t walk, don’t have a garden or even a decent park near them and there is the simple fact that not every where has the same weather as you, perhaps where they are they would more as like slip on the wet leaves and break a leg! Frances

    • Cathy says:

      Frances, I am so sorry you feel offended by this post as I thought you know me well enough to know I am not in the least bit narrow minded. I was making a general point and not suggesting that everyone should just stop moping and get outside and notice things – but getting outside and experiencing the natural world is known to be therapeutic and can be used as a first step in supporting people with depression and mental illness. It doesn’t have to be an active first step, but the first step is always the hardest – even just looking out of the window or standing on the doorstep is a step towards looking outwards instead of inwards, but many people may need support to be able to do even this, whether it is physical, psychological or moral support. Those of us who find we can usually look ‘outwards’ (up, down, around and around) are fortunate to have this outlook, as many ‘gardeners’ seem to do, but this does not mean we are immune to bleakness nor that we have no empathy for those who struggle to feel this way for whatever reason.

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