Why I need to grow
I walked home this morning along hedgerows and across parkland, I could sense, clearly see, that the summer had turned into autumn. Vibrancy of vigorous grow reduced to mottled, holey and sunburnt leaves. Most plants are going to seed after several very hot weeks at the end of a changeable August.
The plots do still have corners of a joyful tapestry of elbowing leaves. Pushing through dahlias up to my shoulders, not being able to see the other side, border edges blurred by toppling nasturtiums, ferny vines of cosmos and sticky tobacco flower leaves. I need waterproofs to harvest in the mornings heavy dew now laying like precious jewels on the oversized leaves of squash, courgettes and self seeded nicandra taking up their rightful space.
I’ve written plenty about spending time on the plots, whatever the time of the year, coming away revitalised with a fresher, calmer viewpoint. No matter what I am thinking about.