A pinch and a punch for the first of the month and no returnsies. (Such a strange tradition!) But here we are celebrating the start of a new season. As much as I can’t believe we have arrived at March already having lived through the first two months of this year that still feels quite new.
Ordinarily I would be bemoaning the fact that it is too soon for the end of summer, and I’d stretch it out by calling the official end on the equinox in three weeks’ time and hoping for an Indian Summer, but this summer has left me ever so slightly traumatised and totally disappointed. It was not a good one. I am pleased we are in autumn where the occasional burst of bad weather is accepted as normal as we make our slow descent into winter. It is ok to begin to pull out the poorly plants in the garden and freshen things up for the new season ahead.
It almost feels like the garden can breathe again, no longer burdened with plants it hasn’t been able to adequately support. And there is something cathartic in allowing myself to give up on struggling plants and remove them from the garden. With the absence of the brown, and crispy leaved plants, contorted by the wind, the garden is returned to a blank canvas, bursting with the hope and expectation of the new season.
There isn’t as much to grow over the winter and things are generally shorter and grow a lot slower but are much better suited to adverse conditions. From my rich bare soil will come a green verdant effect that will bring a much needed optimism and at the same time a sense of peace. And I need that right now.
As much as I normally fight against the passing of time, just this once I’m ok with it. Welcome to Autumn. At this time of year, the garden can be a place of peace, joy, solace and healing. Everything is going to be ok.
Come again soon – I’ve got some sharing to do – one cabbage at a time.
Sarah the Gardener : o)