I wish I could show you the beauty of this autumn garden. A photo – especially one taken by me – just couldn’t begin to capture it. Early this morning it was a dewy, misty corner shrouded in dripping cobwebs. It was chilly and damp.
Now, as I hang the washing on the line, there is a golden haze all around and the glowing sun on my back is positively hot. It highlights the glossy green of the chard and spinach in the vegetable patch, shines through the wings of the cabbage white butterflies marauding around the broccoli plants, and shows off the dusky grey-green of the leeks, making the chore of laundry management a positive pleasure. It lures me into bringing the laptop outside to enjoy a late garden office day. The sun is lower in the sky than it was a few weeks ago and I position myself carefully to avoid it getting in my eyes.
Change can be beautiful. In ten minutes, one after the other, I experience intense heat, cool dampness as fat white clouds cover the sun, a sudden inexplicable breeze and a grey buildup in the eastern sky which threatens rain – followed by glorious sunshine once more. In the vibrant radiance of this changing season I don’t miss for a second the sameness of summer, even as I chase my papers, which are skipping around the garden on the breeze for the second time.