Another 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….