Here in Ireland we’ve turned into the second half of November, officially we’re in winter with short days, early darkness. But when I look around I can still see remnants of summer.
I picked these tomatoes yesterday in the greenhouse – the very last ones. They may ripen, they may not.
The colours of the rainbow chard brighten up the garden at any time of the year, but particularly now as we come into winter – ruby, magenta, cream, clear yellow – and I love the way the colour in the stems continues into the rib and veins of the leaves.
Having done its main job of attracting bees and other beneficial insects to the garden all summer the borage is now drooping, moisture clinging to it after a night’s frost.
Above is a variety of heirloom kale called ‘Uncle John’s Kale’ from Irish Seedsavers. According to the seed packet ‘this was saved in Cork for 50 years and gives a harvest of bright sweet green leaves.’ And it does. Earlier in the summer it didn’t look half as handsome due to some hungry caterpillars. But gardening teaches patience and perseverance, and now, in November, it stands upright and healthy.
These are some roses that used to grow in my late mother-in-law’s garden. They seem to have taken a liking to conditions in our back garden, within sight of the kitchen window. We don’t know what they are called or their age, but they have a lovely delicate, old-fashioned rose scent in summer and look so beautiful in their pinkness on this November Sunday.
So, tell me if you can see remnants of summer where you are.