A Wet Morning

It was weirdly warm this morning. Much to Merlin’s dismay, I didn’t need to light the stove. Outside was a fine, drizzly mist making everything just a little wet and glistening. I love this sort of morning. It is dreary in some ways, but there is something cheerful about it too. Perhaps it is that the grass looks greener…the colors seem brighter under an overcast sky. The droplets of rain capture whatever light there is, and reflect it back, magnifying it in some magical way. And the warm temperature, after a few frosty cold mornings was a very welcome change.

November can be a very bleak month in New England….colorless and gray.  The Solstice nears but because it is not yet Thanksgiving, it still feels like Fall.  The stores may have pushed Christmas into October..or September, but the season is not official until after Thanksgiving..or for me, until December.  But the harvest is in, the the gardens are put to bed and the days are short.  It is a quiet time.  Most of the Fall chores are done, life has moved inside.  It is a time of baking and soup making.  But since it was so lovely and warm, I took a walk around the garden.

20131118-092116.jpgThe woods are dark. The gardens sleep under a carpet of leaves. St. Francis watches over it all. This woodland garden is a resting place for many pets who have passed. I will hang bird feeders here as soon as the bears have gone to bed.

These pumpkins were in the front between the mums. They have been sampled by squirrels and chipmunks and baked by the sun. I will let them winter here, hoping for a few volunteer plants in the spring. Wouldn’t that be nice?

The gardens are put to bed. They seem so small and empty after the lushness of the summer. A few chard leaves hang on, but even they are struggling.

The other raised beds are also finished. Even the alyssum has died back now. A few Brussels sprouts remain.  I am saving them for Thanksgiving dinner.

The raking is done. The leaves will be chipped into a mulch and added to the gardens.

The wood is stacked and covered with a tarp. We will be ready for the cold of winter. Our little stove will have plenty of wood for cozy fires.

The girls are enjoying the warm as well. And in the wet, a few foolish earthworms have come to the surface. The girls are very busy searching for them.

The white of the birch bark is striking in the gray morning.

The brilliant red of the winterberry is a contrast to the subtle hues of Fall. It has been a very good year for winterberry. It’s bright red berries will be even more appreciated in the darkness of December. They will stand out, with the evergreens, as a sign of life…..of hope.

Nature doesn’t stop…one season follows the other…the cycle of life continues…the beauty evident to anyone who takes the time to notice.

About patti

I am a retired kindergarten teacher, tending a new kind of garden now, raising chickens and exploring permaculture. I live with my husband, Bill, my beloved dog, Fergus and my cat, Mighty Merlin. We have a small cottage and a tiny bit of land called Brookwood Shire. It is our sanctuary.
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2 Responses to A Wet Morning

  1. Joan Morvidelli says:

    Thanks for the reflections…

  2. Such a nice feeling to be prepared as you head into winter months. 🙂

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