After some weeks' absence we return to a changed scene: although according to the calendar it is still strictly autumn, it is picturesque autumn no longer: rain, wind and lack of sunlight have drained the colour from the land. Nature is resting.
|the bronze and copper leaves of the hortensia quercifolia, a gift of autumn|
|reminder of hortus in early summer|
|cleared and weeded and ready for the winter wait|
In our absence someone gouged holes where the older irises grew, plundering the tubers. Surely a porcupine. Upon investigation we found a hollow under one of the gates, presumably porcupine-size. The hollow is now stopped up with heavy rocks.
|reminder of vegie patch in the summer|
|Before intervention: last season's tomato, aubergine and spent cutting flowers|
|All that remains are two Tuscan kale plants, some parsnips and next year's hollyhocks - apart from Mr Goji.|
|the citrus plants sit tight and pretty in their winter shelter|