Sunday, 8 April 2012

The passing of summer


Autumn. That quiet time, that wild time
When Nature, unsure which season belongs
Opens a gay blue parasol
And runs her colours aloft.
A battle flag before a storm she knows she's lost.

Over the past couple of weeks the rain has defeated the cicadas. They have all but gone and the days are becoming quiet. The dawn is now starting with thrush having a warm up, getting his vocals ready for May when he will start singing his heart out from the tree tops. It is cool now too. Fine mornings are about 13 ~ 15 degrees with the day getting up to about 20 max. Some of the trees are changing colour and littering the ground with gold. We still have lots and lots of fantails and fernbirds to cheer us as winter approaches.

Melva continues gardening. Pumpkins are mostly harvested and the tomatoes are all but done. There is always a salad somewhere to be picked. There are a bunch of luffas hanging from a rope fence and more and more. The rhubarb is fantastic and has ben all summer.

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