Yesterday Jack came and put my garden to bed for the winter. He drained my little fountain. He emptied the pots. And he pulled up the remaining summer bedding plants after picking this final bunch of sweet peas and cosmos.
I was sorry to see them go for this has been my best summer garden ever. The vegetable bed gave me tasty meals. The flowers brought joy to my life. The fountain with its tinkling accompanied many afternoons of sitting and knitting or sitting and thinking or maybe just sitting.
And summer itself has faded. Last weekend the clocks went back. I’ve had to put the central heating on for a couple of hours each day. I’m glad to draw the curtains and settle down with my knitting now.
I don’t have a favourite season. They are all special. And each is to be anticipated and savoured. Life is good.