After all our strangely unseasonable weather, we’re now having a proper November. Yesterday morning was misty and frosty with the sun trying to break through. As I trudged (carefully) down the garden, my frozen fingers grasping the camera, my glasses steaming up from my breath as I tried to see through the viewfinder, I managed to fire off a few likely shots to show you this morning, including this robin: I’d caught a flicker of movement out of the corner of my eye and clicked the shutter hopefully. The photo of the robin in the tree also shows the mist. Before I came in I had broken the ice on the bird bath and refilled it, replenished the bird feeders, rescuing the peanut one from the undergrowth (overactive squirrel!) and cut off a shoot that was obstructing one of the seed feeder’s portholes. All nicely visible through the French windows. When my fingers have thawed out I must wash the spare feeders ready for use next time.
The camellia is in bud ready for some early blooms next year; the purple cotinus is just glorious, clashing richly with the Bowles’ Mauve wallflowers; the fatsia is in full bloom now and at its feet: the mother-of-pearl-like honesty seed pods but my favourite is the river birch.
I was so glad I’d chopped all the red valerian back in the kitchen garden late on Wednesday afternoon. I worked in on-and-off drizzle and it was dark by the time I was finished, but the garden waste bin was full and ready for collection in the morning. The weather on Thursday was set to be foul according to my rain radar app but, having noticed a slight gap in the swirling rain at eleven, I decided to go and have a coffee and toasted teacake at the golf club (you don’t have to be a member). As I left the house, the first job was to right the azalea & skimmia pot that had been blown over. I had a dry walk to the club where the waves were lashing the shore and, since the golf had been cancelled, seagulls and one crow were hogging the greens. It was cosy in the clubhouse but on the way home it began to rain again and I walked into a sleet shower.
Earlier in the week, when the wind dropped, I managed a brief session in the woodland garden, scrubbing and refilling the upturned bin lid bird bath and sweeping the paving clear of wet leaves and on Friday I cut a couple of stems of hydrangea for the mantelpiece’s vase, there being no rose buds to pick. Gardening may be tailing off and BBC’s Gardeners’ World has finished until next March but I’m still popping in and out when the weather permits and always appreciating the garden & wildlife even if it’s only through the windows.