Life is slowing down in the gardens. The grass no longer grows and the perpetual rain of falling leaves drowns out the song of the birds, who sing softly, now the urgency of summer is behind them. Only the melodic robins sing on throughout the days and nights, rehearsing their spring songs. Back and forth the mated pairs sing, deep into the night.
The air feels damp, and a chill has crept in on the back of the long dark evenings. Autumn mists and unpredictable winds have me wrapping up and rushing to buy candles.
I miss the swifts but welcome the long lines of melancholy geese who fly back and forth each day. As they disappear, a hush descends.
The occasional flutterby and bee still feast upon the flowering ivy and lingering blooms, but soon, they too, will be gone, along with the frogs and toads, who, no doubt, are making the woodpiles their winter home. Buzzards are riding the skies, soaring ever higher now, how effortless their aerobatics look.
As the beech trees lose their leaves, the beauty of the bark and branches shine out, suddenly revealed. I have an urge to stroke them, these trees and I are very old friends.
Soon the hedgehogs will be hibernating and the leaf mounds will fall silent, apart from the lonesome scurrying of the occasional mouse.
Natures’ heartbeat is slowing as she awaits the winter. Mine is slowing too. Now is the time to hunker down, cozy up, and reap what we have sown.
Curly has had enough of the great outdoors. Cold winds and damp don’t do it for him. He always comes in at night, but now only ventures out for a few hours each day.
He owns the lounge, so pretty soon, like every year, I shall have to move his things to another room, as log burning season looms. Dogs are not Curly’s thing, he simply will not share his space with canines!!!
And……One must NEVER, EVER, dare upset that cat!
Wish me luck…..