The days are getting shorter now, although they never get as short as the European ones. My internal ‘timer’ has to readjust to the changing of the light. For example, waking up at 5 as usual, but it is now dark, and cooking supper as the sun sets!!!
As the seasons change, I am reminded how different they are here in the sub-tropics from my childhood in Sussex.
Although the grass will later turn brown in the Winter, the indigenous plants and succulents will stay green. We do not get the Autumn carpet of leaves here.
My garden is full of death at this time of year.
Well, is it death or is it a sort of sleep to be renewed again in Spring?
Some plants as we know produce seeds, but the mother plant does not die.
Others produce seeds and the mother plant dies.
I am not too bothered about the weeds – the black jacks and khakibos – they will come up of their own accord quite profusely thank you!
However, the cosmos and the marigold seeds I have collected and will scatter again next year for the lovely show they always give me.
Now, as the energy sinks into the soil, it is time for me to have my usual Summer in the UK, visiting the family and friends and singing here and there – good for my soul!
However this annual trip deprives me of the Winter joys in my garden – maybe I will change my ‘rhythm’ next year, who knows?
