The children may have grown up, but trees and lights are still magical
The old year’s gardening has nearly ended. The new one’s waiting in the pots. Tulip and narcissi bulbs planted in lasagne style, semi-sleeping under the soil.
The yellow roses are pruned, the last few flowers in a vase. I will leave the ‘Bengal Crimson’ rose to bush. The stellata has lost its leaf. Autumn is now all swept away. Furry magnolia buds in numbers like never before carry our wishes.