The first bird-bell this morning, calling out the morning, was a salt-freckled cry from a seagull. No wonder then the dawn seemed like smoke, grey and ember-coloured, and with the cold stillness special to autumn. But now all is gold, and the dew on my rosemary bush glints like a hundred bee dreams.
My little garden is recovering slowly from summer. I have begun thinking of what overwinter flowers I might add to it, which has led as garden wonderings often do to envisioning my ideal collection. I would have to begin by planting a small tree, perhaps jasmine or plum, on the front lawn, which makes the whole thing immediately an impossibility. My landlady would never approve. But oh, if I had my way ...
....................beneath the tree would be a ring of tiny flowers - white clover, violets, little daisies, and forget-me-nots ... then, in the beds fronting the cottage, a jumble of prettiness - alyssum, white gerbera, chamomile, sweet pea, softly coloured ranunculus, lavender both pink and purple, delphinum, pale stock, a little delicate fern, freesia, more forget-me-knot ... and quietly pink or white roses climbing over the house.
Of course, this would only exist for the few weeks of late spring, early summer, before the sea-spangled sun overcame it. But such weeks!
Do you have a dream vision for your garden?