It’s that end of summer feeling. The rowboat is tied up, and the canoes and RIBs are stowed for the coming winter. It’s very peaceful walking along the empty beach as all the visitors have gone home, and one of life’s small pleasures, rambling over the rocks where the water is crystal clear, is possible once again. The autumnal equinox is upon us and the night sky has been cloudless so the big bright harvest moon has been a real show. As a result, no stars are visible but the sea has turned a shimmering silver colour.
We have had unseasonably warm weather and drenching summer rain showers so the garden is still flourishing. The verbena and red hot pokers have done well supporting the wildlife and the last of the ruby red climbing rose is hanging on for a bit longer.
Over in the west end garden, the cannas have been swamped by the nasturtiums but they are trying as are the eucomises. Next year, covid-free hopefully, we will get the nasturtiums under a bit more control.
For this month’s hit of pink, there are the sedums which come into their own at this time of year. The ice-pink one is my favourite. And there is a mysterious pale pink shrub down in the secret garden overlooking the sea.
As for the book, there has been good progress with preparing the revised text; 18 chapters are done and 8 more to do, then it’s a wrap. Meanwhile the sea rolls in and out twice a day as the moon tugs away on its diurnal rhythm.
Old Lady by the Sea 