Autumn in my garden

I love, simply love Autumn and Winter.

At no other time of the year do I feel more energised, more in tune with the natural world.

I listen to my work colleagues grumble about the rain or the cold, or the clouds and wind.  I listen and I pity them.

 I spend more time in my garden through the autumn and winter than I do in the summer.

 My magnolia doesn't seem to mind the winter.....

 The rain stays glistening on the plants all day....

My walnut tree plays games with me... I gather up the leaves and as I pass by it sneakily drops more behind me.  I know what is really going on.... it wants me to stay out there and keep it company - I love that tree.

The cyclamen start flowering...

 Rain wets everything and leaves adorn everything...better than any xmas decorations....

 My potted camellia blooms giant flowers that dwarf the plant.... how marvelous!

Naturally I love my garden all year round.  But at this time of year it seems to speak to me.  Its quiet grandeur, its complete disregard for my son's regular (albeit grudging) lawn-mowing, its timeless march through the decades; all make me feel like it has condescended to allow me to be its guardian.

And I am a willing disciple. I would pick those leaves up one by one and by hand if I could.  Sometimes I do then I place them underneath the balding canopy so as to preserve the cycle of life and let the leaves protect their mother with their mulch.

If you stand still long enough the protective cocoon of the life around you blocks out the traffic, the dogs and the sounds of civilisation itself.  The leaves crackle, the ground sighs as you step on its soggy dampness, the air whispers in your ear.

Love Love Love

Forced hiatus derails blogger!

Since the nasty business with hubby and his kidney cancer I have nosedived into the flu and find that 5 weeks have passed with not much blogging.

As I sit here hacking up a lung and fretting about the work that will pile up for me back at the office, I rail at the lack of interesting content on the TV - for which I pay the princely monthly sum of $120 and thanks for nothing Foxtel!!- and I fritter away my day trying to find something to do that doesn't require lungs pumping air at a normal pace.  THAT would be too much to ask.

Needless to say I am the world's worst patient....even when I am my own nurse, or maybe because of it.

I also don't want to pollute the intersphere (my new made up word to go with all the other ones) with crap blogs, so I haven't really been trying.  Seems like I don't have anything interesting to say at the moment that doesn't involve cancer or flu.

Today is a gorgeous Melbourne autumn day.  So I staggered outside to take pics of some of my plants.  I have no idea why the garden cheers me up so easily.  Maybe coz it doesn't talk back.  Perhaps because it doesn't ask me for anything .  Or is it just that it exists despite me so there is no pressure.

I don't know but I like it......