So, here we are in mid November, and in lockdown again in England. It isnāt as severe as the first time, schools are still open, people can go to work and can meet others outside.Ā For Dave and I, life is no different to how our daily lives have been all year and in most respects, itās been a good one. The family are all safe, the garden has flourished and kept us sane, and Iām back in writing mode with the novel, and accepted a painting commission. Now, that is a challenge for me as my client begged me to do a painting of her pet dog Lia which sadly recently joined those over the rainbow bridge.
Iāve warned her it wonāt be very good as I donāt do animals and am not good at drawing but my client has become a good friend over the past years and I didnāt have the heart to refuse. Iāve spent the past few weeks practising drawing dogs and now comes the hard part, drawing Lia. Iāve only a few photos to go on, none of which are close ups, so itās going to take a lot of improvising. I only hope I can pull it off.
The weather here is still very mild and autumn has given us all a fabulous display of colours in the falling leaves. Iām not a great fan of this time of year, particularly now the clocks have gone back and we have short days and long nights, but since I took up painting, I do look at it through different eyes and can appreciate the changing seasons much more. But my heart does sink a little when I walk around our garden.
The front is mainly bare soil now as Dave believes in taking everything out, digging the ground and leaving it fallow for the winter, whereas I believe in letting nature take its course and leave everything to die back naturally as Mother Nature intended. Many plants are thus still in bloom. I have cosmos and marigolds still in flower, my climbing fuchsia is spectacular for its first year, the hellebores are shooting up buds for later in winter, and there are even Welsh poppies in flower. Okay, so the borders do look a little untidy, but I know the wildlife and insects appreciate the cover, the birds enjoy the seed heads.
The other day I was delighted to see a rare bird enjoying the garden for the best part of a day. Not rare as in uncommon, but because it is the first of this kind, a chaffinch, I have seen in the garden and Iāve been here over 40 years! The photo isnāt very clear as I had to take it through the bedroom window as every time I opened the window, it flew off into the holly tree, so itās the best I could get.
Despite having been growing plants for over 50 years, I am still learning something new. There was I happily telling a friend about my Christmas Cactus that has decided to bloom early when she pointed out my plant was, in fact, a Thanksgiving Cactus, a totally separate breed from the Christmas or Easter Cactus most of us are familiar with. Iād never heard of a Thanksgiving Cactus so looked it up. And yes, sheās right. The Thanksgiving Cactus has different leaves, almost claw-shaped, to the other two which are more rounded, and both of these are different from each other: Ā the Easter Cactus having bristles on the tops of each leaf, the Christmas one has not.
I love learning new things. How about you?