Hurrah- Autumn starts tomorrow! I have enjoyed the Summer days but I always feel as if I am arriving back home when we turn the corner into September. I feel that it is a new season and a fresh start again. There have been long, heady days spent in my garden this Summer.I often sit and simply look around me, soaking in the sounds,scents and sights of my magical cottage garden. It is a small oasis away from all the horrors of the outside world. I sit and watch the games that the insects play- tiny spiders weaving an adventure playground of trails and webs across an obstacle course of stems , leaves and twigs. Silvery winged insects having fun dancing and dodging their way through the perilous maze. This year there have been clouds of butterflies in the garden, not glamorous ones wearing frilly frocks but simple white patterns; stencilled shapes against leafy backdrops. The pigeon has cooed his way through the days- a soft, satisfying rhythm and the swallows ( or are they swifts or martins?) have been swirling, diving and swooping in circles , having a wonderful celebratory leaving party before they head off for their winter holidays.
My garden is being invaded by the Japanese- lanterns I hasten to add. I love the traffic light colours of these plants and I allow them to trail where they like around the purple smoke tree, curling against the quinacrodine magenta sedums. I pick off the overly green leaves and let the green gold and cadmium orange lanterns shine through. The star of the show this year has been the echinops . Their textured purple globes are often ringed with light. and the abstract pattern is echoed by the smaller circles of poppy heads clustered near by. When I can drag myself out of the garden I gaze at the hedges which are already filled with Autumnal delights. Elderberries, rosehips , hops, and honeysuckle, blackberries and bindweed. Not sentimental views of pretty berries but rich, serious, abstract patterns seen with a painter’s eye. Which reminds me- I am about to throw myself into a passion of painting. having finished my book and almost ready to hand in my ‘other’ project -but more about that next time.
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