Saturday, 31 August 2013


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


  1. It's so true, and so well put. I browse the bulb catalogues to defy the damp darkness ahead.

  2. But then it is September, and the loveliest month of all! (IMO, of course....)

  3. If only that were true!