September Morn - Gardening in September Sunshine
My husband brought me a cup of tea this morning and announced that the day was a beautiful one. He wasn’t wrong. Drawing back the bedroom curtains revealed the view I have adored for 23 years now, bright green fields and the distant escarpment basking in soft September sunlight. I opened one of the little panes in the stone mullion windows of our old yeoman’s farmhouse and poked my face out to bask in the warm sun and listen to the birdsong filling the clear blue sky - as well as the distant sound of angle grinders from the neighbours’ building works drifting up the hillside from below! (But I’m not complaining because 10 years ago we’d just started a huge building project which took 18 noisy months to complete so I fully understand that needs must - and patient neighbours are a godsend.) I showered and dressed with more speed than normal as I was keen to get outside before the weather changed. A friend once told me soon after we moved here that if it’s not raining, GET OUTSIDE! This ...
