Goodnight Cherry Tree
October gardening is mainly about putting things to bed; it's a long drawn-out goodnight. A bit like the goodnights on Walton's Mountain. where the final credits were always accompanied by all those fond giggles and sugary-sweet voices, calling from room to room. Didn't they have doors to shut and privacy to safeguard? Did nobody ever get up to anything at night, that they didn't want to share with the whole clan?
You've outstayed your allotted span already.
It's time you went to sleep,
the frosts will get you any night now.
The dahlias are getting very tired,
low October sunlight turns
the petals transparent.
Dahlias can't go to bed until they've
been frosted once or twice.
In the meantime, they are yawning, mouths open wide,
taking a last sip of sunwine to store for next year's growth.
It is definitely goodnight to leaves and prunings.
Gardener is belatedly testing the air for wind directions.
We don't want another disaster like last time,
when he scorched and burned some of my favourite
shrubs and miniature trees.
Crab Apples and Holly Berries
will remain awake for a while yet.
In fact, they will be eaten alive and
provide nourishment for birds
until about Christmas.
I do hope the blackbirds will leave some of the
holly berries for my Christmas wreath.
The beech tree at the top of the field stands guard
over garden and paddock.
It's unfortunate that there is no beast to feast on the mast,
but I am fresh out of pigs.
No pigs but plenty of these.
And sadly, they will all go to sleep too,
hidden in cracks and crevices, in walls,
in the stones edging paths, under water butts,
in drainpipes and log piles.
They will all appear happily next year, fatter
and more voracious than ever.