It’s beginning to feel a lot like winter. The clocks have changed back, the evenings have drawn in and every day when I get in from school one of the first jobs is to light a fire in the log burner. The leaves have gathered in the corners of the back garden (when they are not clogging the gutters) and two panes of glass were blown out of the greenhouse the other night.
I have not been overly busy in the garden although I am optimistic about this winter and the promise beyond it. Despite the gloomy repetitious idiocy that passes for news at home and abroad, I am taking winter as a time to prepare for the spring and ensure that come March / April all will be well in the garden. To quote my favourite gardening character from a movie:
“In a garden, things grow . . . but first, they must wither; trees have to lose their leaves in order to put forth new leaves, and to grow thicker and stronger and taller. Some trees die, but fresh saplings replace them. Gardens need a lot of care. But if you love your garden, you don’t mind working in it, and waiting. Then in the proper season you will surely see it flourish.” (Peter Sellers as Chance, “Being There”).
In the movie Chance, the simple gardener, is mistaken for political savant. The words are as easily applicable to the current political storms as they are to gardening. The meteorological winter is likely to come to an end around March. I suspect any Brexit-induced winter is going to last many more seasons or even years. Is this why so many voters ticked the “leave” box?
I think not.
One day this Brexit war is gonna end. I just hope that there is something left at the end of it worth having. In the meantime my therapy remains in the garden, planting bulbs (ranunculus, daffs and aliums) as well as sweeping up leaves and pruning roses and fruit trees.
“As long as the roots are not severed, all is well and all be well.”
Let’s hope our political roots are as well cared for as our horticultural roots so they are still intact when Winter is over.