Spring and summer were late arriving in Grey Britain this year, the growing season in the garden estimated to be about 3 weeks behind the usual annual pattern. Similarly Autumn has been late to arrive with trees holding their end-of-summer tired green colour until only recently. In normal years by now trees would be bare, the ground carpeted in leaves. A bonus has been that in the Blue House tomatoes which grew to 12 feet high despite total neglect while I was In Greece, entwined in agaves and a palm tree, have continued to ripen fruit into November.
Because I’m at home for a relatively short time before heading off to the Canadian Rockies I’ve been concentrating on getting the garden sorted out and the late arrival of frosts has helped enormously. But it has meant that I have done little walking other than to the shops and the occasional foray up the mountain.
Not that I have been deprived of Autumn colour. What I pretentiously call the ‘Acer Glade’ in the garden, the bottom quarter next to the canal which I have been planting up to reduce the maintenance required when I’m old and feeble, is starting to look good with a multicoloured canopy over most of it as trees grow into each other. Even on grey days the colours are striking, when it’s sunny they are luminous.
Carrying a camera all the time when I’m out and about has also paid dividends, particularly walking to the shops through the local park and walking ‘green corridors’ in the densely built up areas of Greater Manchester where my daughter lives.