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November 2015 garden diary

“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower”.
– Albert Camus

This has been a remarkable month, with the first real frost of the autumn arriving on November 23rd. If this is global warming, let’s have more of it … I remember a really hard frost occurred on September 5th one year. So a number of our plants and shrubs are rather confused, starting up growth ready for what they assume is the arrival of Spring. The soil will still be warm – so unusual, and it remains to be seen how (if and when) the bulbs will react.

High winds and lashing rain arrived late in the month, though the weather here wasn’t quite as bad as in some other areas. Remarkable to see the way coniferous trees, eg our cypresses (var. Thuja) are able to bend so far in the very strong wind, without being uprooted – amazing flexibility.

First frost – November 23rd
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Ceanothus – late flush
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Rose – lighting the gloom
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Herb Fennel – coming back into bloom
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Rhubarb – already budding
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Leeks – some got blown over by the storm, later
leeks

Parsley – curly variety – tough as old boots!
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Plant hospital – A&E
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Apple – var. Cox’s – leftovers
leftovers

Virginia Creeper – oh dear …
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Bee hotel – winter stop over – not all bees live in hives or are members of a swarm
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Autumn mists
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Either

With all her funny pomp,

Else puts her solemn face in place

before her looking-glass, says cheese and

glides out to the ball.

Her lips, of course, in

pink, her lids in blue; her latest

lashes black, gold-splashed, curled slyly like

flies’ legs with no fly.

And, below the muss,

Correctly fair, her nice fawn suit;

fairly correct, black patent heels which

scuff dull but still smile.

You don’t know Else, though,

by her ceremony; only

she knows who she really is: is

she a queen or Else?

 


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