Last week due to the heavy downpours I cancelled the nursery session. The days have been blurred and drenched. With some pockets full of clear autumn oranges. I checked in on the nursery wrapped in waterproofing and did a lap of the walled garden. I went inside, made a cup of tea and wrote:
The veil is the bio-net I throw over winter greens, in the hopes they come good.
The veil is Bridget’s Hollyhocks, in deepest purple, laughing on the other side of the equinox.
The veil is days when the sun makes you feel like a dip in the sea, but when you strip down the wind cuts your bones.
I have been thinking more and more about this time of year, while in this time of year. I have been watching things winking at me through scrub. Like honeysuckle berries, countless birds, rats and scraps of baling plastic reflecting sun downs that come just in time. It is a tiring and confusing but terribly beautiful time.
The picture above is another spindle. I took a walk down to the jetty before it got dark. And found it hanging out in a place I walk past a couple of times a week. These ones take a little bit of time to get to know. Since, Mark has discovered loads. Some old and plenty young. They like it down their.
This Thursday will be clearing, weeding and hoeing. We will prepare a space for the leaf mulch composter and spread some leaf litter on the beds, tucking the saplings in for the winter.
Hazel will be back for the market on the 3rd where we she will be leading a demo day on taking cuttings from trees and shrubs.