Leaves leaves leaves. I’ve spent most of the month raking leaves. Now that might sound like a complaint but it’s not. Ok I’ll admit when I’ve been raking leaves all day and my arms are aching I might get a smidge bored of it but I really enjoy this autumn task.
Heaps and heaps of Swamp Cypress needles
Are you a leafblower person or a rake person? I’m a rake person. Why turn a pleasant, quiet job which smells of leaves and grass into a noisy job that stinks of two-stroke exhaust? Speed I suppose.
Unlike some poor souls we haven’t been seriously flooded out this month but still, there’s been enough rain to disrupt my work. The lawns have been wet enough that I’ve been unable to weed any border edged by them, the borders themselves are wet enough I shouldn’t step into them because I’d compact the soil and also get completely balmed up with mud. Although I’ve managed to find plenty of useful things to do I’m behind on my usual November task of tidying all the borders and this makes me a little sulky.
One of the wonderful things about autumn is that it makes you look at bark and the shapes of the trees.
The fountain in the morning dew
Autumn trees like dancers in the light.
Is what these two plants are saying together.
Euonymus ‘Red Cascade’ with Sambucus ‘Black Beauty’ in the background.
They are in the colourful shrub border/hedge I planted two autumns ago and I couldn’t resist rushing off to find my camera and taking a pic. This year you can see what I was aiming for with this hedge/border:
Sorry but I don’t. I think it’s because they just seem out of time. At the point the leaves are turning and we’re slipping on wooly jumpers and thinking about casseroles and soups they’re out there jangling their spangly bikinis.
If they flowered in July I’d be there waving a little flag that said ‘Yay! Nerines!’ but I just can’t get over the wrongness. Also I’m not a fan of Barbie pink generally. The garden is about the only place I can stand it but Barbie pink + frilliness + being the wrong time of year just finishes them off for me I’m afraid.
Is there a plant you hate that everyone else seems to love?
We had a beautiful misty autumn morning today which revealed the ethereal beauty of the spiderwebs.