Saturday 31 August 2013

Dead-heading




August is a bridge: dead-heading, we remember a little sadly
the surging season of growth passed.
We are thinking of the autumn; 
soon we'll be preparing for spring.


Doing something now for spring,
just at the point when we may have little patches of dread


about the end of summer,
somehow diminishes winter,
as if it will be simple
to jump over it to the other side.


From Led by the Nose - A Garden of Smells 
by Jenny Joseph

Thursday 29 August 2013

Greater Dixter














The garden that goes on giving.

Mine goes on giving too -
mostly weeds at present.
I think I should never have gravel
or slate chippings
anywhere ever again.
Ever.

Wednesday 28 August 2013

Down



 Dragonfly downed.


 Thistledown.




Sundown.
7.55 PM.

Tuesday 27 August 2013

Eyes down




on the shingle 


crunch


crunch


crunch


crunch


crunch



crunch


crunch


crunch


crunch


crunch


crunch


crunch


crunch


crunch


crunch


crunch


crunch.


It's as near to a meditative state
as I'll ever get.

Thursday 22 August 2013

Enjoying



Homemade lemonade,
 Miss Mole by E.H Young,(thank you Mary),
with a bonus inverted 'f' on page 108,
(you can take the girl out of proof-reading but
you can't take the proof-reader out of the old girl),


 O's company before he
wings his way to far off shores again,
and this song.


Tuesday 20 August 2013

How I know it's nearly over




The sweet pea


stems


are getting


shorter


and shorter.


The apples are falling,


and I've put in my spring bulb order.

And yet and yet,
today there was a sudden burst of fierce heat
and I had to retreat to the shade.

Thursday 15 August 2013

This evening







I am not yet ready to relinquish summer
for pencil sharpening and new notebook autumn.
But I do appreciate the way that the light
reaches in to spotlight neglected corners now
that the sun is hugging the horizon
a little more closely.