This morning the air is moist with the low hanging cloud & mist. For the first time it feels like we have passed through the portal from autumn to winter. Most of the trees are now bare of their leaves & fruit leaving the sky sillhouetted with their magnificent frames. Their presence & re-assurance of the continum of life is ever welcome. This week I mourned the passing of the garden of my childhood; learning that it had been purchased by developers who immediately felled the apple, pear, greengage & lilac trees which were part of the original orchard where the houses were built in the 1920's. It was under their branches that I played & their beauty inspired my love of the garden. Their spirit lives on & this is probably an example, on a larger scale, of the cycle of renewal. I hope that, at some point, new trees will be planted for the children of the future to experience their majesty!
