Despite the false alarm given by the weather app on my phone on the way back from Edinburgh on Monday (and quickly scotched by a text to Younger Daughter who still lives local to home) there has been no snow here yet, but temperatures stayed low both day and night at the beginning of the week with freezing fog for a couple of days.
Today still has a dampness about it but fog and mist cleared early and there has been a hint of brightness – but just a hint. The heavy frosts at the start of the week made their presence felt with barer trees and ankle height leaves in some places, most obvious under the magnolia. The few dahlias have blackened and have been lifted ready for winter storage, and the tithonia and zinnia have breathed their last. The cosmos shown in yesterday’s Wordless Wednesday are still sorrowfully standing, but I am hoping to be able to collect some seeds from them.
We certainly seem to have reached a transition point in the year as autumn moves on towards winter. It now seems more appropriate to trim and tidy in earnest, and finish jobs which could have been done earlier, like baskets at the front of the house and the 5 pots outside the kitchen window, all delayed because their current contents still looked acceptable. In view of the drop in temperature they have been emptied and refilled today, Narcissi ‘Rip Van Winkle’ and purple ‘Cool Wave’ pansies at the front and Tulip ‘Dior’ with pink pansies at the back, and all looking very bare for the time being. Now there is only a pack of mixed tulips to find a home for and all the bulb planting is completed.
The seasons may be moving on as they do year in and year out, but we move on as well and while we were in Edinburgh I was fortunate to be able to revisit the flat I spent the first few years of my childhood in, moving on at the age of 10 all of (ahem) 51 years ago. I periodically think about the place and readily agreed to the suggestion of one of my siblings that we wrote to whoever now lived there and asked (albeit cheekily) if we might visit. I won’t go into the details but we could not have been any luckier and the existing owner could not have been any more inviting. She was happy for us to poke our noses into the rooms and cupboards, take photos, answer questions, etc – and I was able to access the ‘back green’ where my first gardening attempts took place – picking flowers from a neglected fuchsia and sucking their nectar, and planting a potato which was regularly dug up to see what it was doing. A small beginning indeed, but boy! have I moved on from there!