More sky than leaves now


Looking up through what’s left of the foliage. Image: Su Leslie 2019

Each day there’s a little more sky visible through the trees in my local park. How long until all the leaves are gone?

“Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt” — William Allingham, Autumnal Sonnet

When the familiar surprises

“Every moment is a golden one for him who has the vision to recognize it as such.” — Henry Miller

I have a favourite walk that takes me round a cul de sac of gardeners — or perhaps people who hire gardeners. Either way, I get to enjoy the ever-changing exhibition of nature in their park-like yards. Today I noticed — probably for the first time — a (lily pilly?) hedge sending out some wonderful red leaves. With a macro lens on my camera, it looked truly lovely. Definitely a golden moment.

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Stop growing; start dying

Turmeric leaf turning brown; time to harvest the rhizomes. Image: Su Leslie 2019

I’m paraphrasing William Burroughs (Junky, 1953) in the post title, but it’s an apt description of my garden right now. Even the fig tree, which is still producing fruit, has no green leaves, and soon will have none at all.

Still growing. Wednesday’s breakfast perhaps? Image: Su Leslie 2019

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