November had ended for this year. And so have the patches. I think my memoir is ready to be edited/bits added/some deleted/additions/who knows. For the moment they are not available to be read.
It is the month of the year when annoying things happen. Equinoctial gales, aches and pains, all happen in November. Today December 1 has been a beautiful sunny day, no wind, and Miriam came and sorted out some things on the blog (and the computer), and we’ve organised a new look which will happen at some stage soon.
The garden is a little over-exuberant for this small space but I will get out tomorrow morning and see what needs to be done. I am very pleased with the tomatoes this season. Unlike last year, when they all languished and drooped and finally gave up the ghost (is this from Hamlet or Macbeth?), this year they are hardy and luxuriant and although the ones in pots had to be moved out of the wind to stand crouched against the house, they look good. My back’s not so resilient. But I love going to bed early and reading so all good.
I’ve had 9 strawberries so far and more to come. The celery has decided to be lively, and the roses and irises are out in force. There are so many Monarchs this year because last year lots of swan plant seeds got thrown in and have kept growing and now every day there are at least two monarchs flirting around the Granny’s Bonnets or the Borage.
A beautiful evening and very quiet here in Otaki. I think everyone (well nearly) is sitting rejoicing that November is over – the winds have gone – let the fun begin.
Renée
