Tuesday, November 16, 2021

November Changes In The Garden

Much has changed in November with the onset of cold weather. Western winds often blow, bringing endless rains. Sometimes I think, looking out the window at streams of water, where does so much water come from? Really from the sea? 

On TV they show the weather in different regions of Russia. I see that in some parts of the country, far from the sea, there is already snow and winter has come.
But let's not talk about winter, which will not come here soon, I hope :-)
In the garden, water is visible in all the pits, ditches, even shallow puddles appeared on the road.  I walked around the garden and thought it's good that a few years ago they made drainage in my garden.

On chokeberry and Parthenocissus, the leaves have fallen off and only dark blue berries adorn the bare branches.

The remnants of leaves on the bushes of Symphoricarpos albus are covered with drops of yesterday's rain and the white berries glisten  and fast dry in the sun .

The rhododendrons of course rejoice in the rain. I watered them a lot in September, I thought that the autumn would be dry. But everything has changed and they now have a lot of water.

As usual, Thujas and Juniperus do not require special care before winter. They tolerate rain and snow well. Sometimes, however, the snow breaks their branches. When I arrive in winter, I shake the snow off their branches.  

While I was walking between the plants and taking pictures, the sun came out. How happy it was in the garden! I took a few more photos of the sunlit plants.

A very bold chamomile continues to bloom, but I think its boldness will quickly end in the rains. Silverberry threw all the leaves and its silvery berries remained on bare branches.  The last flowers of Aster novae-angliae and Sedum are decorated with drops of rain.


The last photo was taken in a greenhouse. It's just a heaven for roses. I am growing several cuttings of roses for planting in spring and a little one decided to bloom.
What is your November?  

Sunday, November 7, 2021

Reflections on Autumn

Autumn has arrived in the northern hemisphere, sweaters are coming out of storage, and steaming hot cocoa is poured into mugs. Now I would like to appeal to the classic authors for their inspiring words about this magical season.


The British novelist Jane Austen in 'Persuasion':

Her pleasure in the walk must arise from the exercise and the day, from the view of the last smiles of the year upon the tawny leaves and withered hedges, and from repeating to herself some few of the thousand poetical descriptions.

The British novelist George Eliot (Mary Ann Evans) wrote to her friend Maria Lewis:

Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love - that makes life and nature harmonize. The birds are consulting about their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one's very footsteps may not disturb the repose of earth and air, while they give us a scent that is a perfect anodyne to the restless spirit. Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.


The American author Ernest Hemingway in 'A Moveable Feast':

You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen.

The Austrian novelist Rainer Maria Rilke in 'Letters on Cezanne':

At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth; in a smell that is in no way inferior to the smell of the sea, bitter where it borders on taste, and more honey-sweet where you feel it touching the first sounds. 


Happy autumn days, friends!

Thursday, October 28, 2021

The Last Beautiful Autumn Day

Since long trips are not currently available, I prefer to walk in the surrounding area if the weather permits, especially in the autumn forest. A very strong and cold wind has been blowing for several days, there is almost no foliage on the trees. 

Therefore, I believe that this day was the last warm autumn day. Bright sun, blue sky, calm. I was walking in the forest, not far from the Baltic Sea coast (as I told you, friends, in September), and I wanted to see the colors of the Autumn trees. Looking at the beauty of the trees, I discovered that stones of all sizes lie not only on the shore, but also on the ground, even under the roots of pines and deciduous trees.


I have read about the nature of stones. If sharp-angled stone fragments fall from the rocks into a mountain stream or onto the seashore, then the water rolls them over, grinds them, makes them rounded. 


Rivers and seas wash away rocky shores, fragments of solid rocks fall from the slopes, washed by water and moving ice, and turn into boulders and pebbles.

I saw many picturesque places in the forest, here they are:


The sun was already low, it was about 5 pm so I went out of the forest to the shore. Crows flew over the trees and the sand, looking for something edible on the shore. The seagulls sat motionless on the stones scattered in the sea. From time to time they solved their problems loudly.

As far as I can see now, it was the last beautiful autumn day. It passed, leaving memories of the bright sun, blue sky, trees with yellow leaves and stones.

How do you spend autumn days?