The word for November is bleak. That word always reminds me of Christina Rosetti’s poem In the Bleak Midwinter, the one that is sung as a Christmas carol. Yes, more poetry this month. This is what happens when there aren’t enough tasks to be done in the garden. The mind has time to wander. Everything has been put to bed, not least the raspberries. The canes have been cut – knee height to encourage a first crop early in the summer.
The espalier fruit trees are bare and trimmed. Dormant until spring.
The herb garden soldiers on with the evergreen rosemary and the perennial thymes.
Meanwhile, the chives, lovage, mint, oregano, fennel have receded into the ground. And, the monster bay shrub (tree?) in the herb garden has been ruthlessly trimmed and shaped, awaiting new growth in the spring to cover the scars of leaf clipping.
After a quick view of the garden one wet and dreary morning, I began to wonder if perhaps dreich would also be a good word for the month. It’s Scots for gloomy – a wonderfully evocative word. In fact, quite poetic.
Tasks to be done:
- Ok…possibly rake leaves.
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