After the storms of yesterday, a quiet peace. In the garden, an old cherry tree has lost its leaves overnight and the branches of horse chestnuts and the American oak are bare. Holly berries have fallen out of the hedgerows and are food for song thrushes and blackbirds. The grass is shining and wet, covered with leaves and sprouting small, rust-brown toadstools. There are still some trees in leaf and a few late flowers have survived the wind and rain.
The winter time is over love
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The winter time is over love
White thorns begin to bud
& brown & green of freshness love
Enlivens all the wood
Theres white clouds got agen the sun
One dai...
7 hours ago
2 comments:
When I lived and gardened in New England I was always so grateful to find the last few flowers of the season. I remember how the stems felt cold in my already chilled fingers as I carried them inside to cherish.
Your beautiful garden is so much more colourful than mine. When we move . . . hopefully I might go somewhere with an established garden with some colourful shrubs for autumn.
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