Mellow Fruitfulness

27 Aug

Hampstead Heath walk

A new season is on its way. I dare not say it’s name.  Yesterday evening I looked at the sky above Primrose Hill and saw the light had changed. Something has shifted.

In the garden, the leaves on the old pear tree sound crisper than they did last week. The roses are two feet  above the garden wall and their last flowers are far beyond the reach of my snippy secateurs.  The flowers on the lavender have almost gone.  We’ve given the ill-disciplined bay topiary a short back and sides.

If I bounce high enough on the trampoline in the garden, enough to wobble a little in mid-air,  I can see apples ripening on a tree  two houses down.  In Regent’s Park yesterday there were neat clusters of elderberries here and there, and the sun shone low and golden across the green.  On Hampstead Heath where I gathered enough blackberries  to make four bottles of jam a few weeks ago, the leaves are just starting to turn.

How many sunny days have we left this year? I can’t bear to count. I resolve instead to wear summer skirts for as long as possible, to spend the weekends outdoors, to wake with the light before it disappears.


3 Responses to “Mellow Fruitfulness”

  1. Les A August 28, 2009 at 9:49 am #

    This is delicious. Let it grow.

  2. maureen August 29, 2009 at 8:42 pm #

    I could send you a picture of the Plane Tree Avenue doing just the opposite! Bare grey and white trunks surmounted by a tracery of branches, and the pale clusters of clivia buds opening into orange posies overnight.

  3. Clare September 1, 2009 at 1:57 am #

    It hasn’t happened yet here in NY, but it will, it will…

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