Sorry for the lack of posts recently but I’ve been away on various short trips – Gloucestershire and Bristol, Spain and Berlin. They have all been jolly and I’ve particularly enjoyed the buzz of large towns and cities – and dressing accordingly. So a return to solitary gardening; to shabby clothes, muddy knees and damp socks; dirty nails, frozen fingers and back ache has been rather a bump. And suddenly the seasonal change is obvious, isn’t it? Now the ground is sodden (or crisp with frost) and the days cold, gloomy and dank – a bit like my mood. But occasionally the sun has brought a smile to my gardening grumpy-dom.
I’ve built a temporary leaf container next to the compost bins – as I do every year. I’ll need to jump up and down on it – cackling – to cram in all the garden’s leaves. After a couple of months or so, when it has all reduced in bulk, I’ll transfer it to one of the wooden bins and leave for a couple of years. (I decided last year to switch to a two-year leaf mould cycle – twelve months provides a fine result but still has wodges of unbroken-down material).
Frost has burnished the beech hedge
The oak leaves cling on as well – they have barely started dropping.
The oaks are usually the last trees in the garden to shed
and as there are so many oaks, there will be plenty more leaves for me to rake and pick-up. Yep, I’ll be raking, leaf-blowing and mowing up leaves for quite some time yet. And on sunny days at least, I don’t mind in the slightest.