November in a Cornish Garden

I nearly didn’t write an update this month as I generally find November a somnolent month, a sort of halfway house to winter in an undecided state of semi hibernation. But this week we had such a lovely day catching up with our garden jobs I took a few snaps and here we are ready to go!
This Monday dawned with milky warm sunshine casting long verdant shadows across the garden still lush and caught between a desire to shoot forwards into spring or rest for winter. We settled down to the rare luxury at this time of year of eating lunch in a warm corner of our Italian Garden to save daylight hours and make the most of the day.
The weather has been strangely warm this month but it still came as a wonderful surprise to find the early Daffodils emerging at the end of one of our garden walks. Charles had to abandon mowing the area in case he chopped the newly emerging bulbs off in their prime – I can only hope that the rabbits pop back and finish the job for us later – they generally do, bless their bobbin white tails.

The lawn mower itself wafted around the garden for the day, in a haze of garlic after dealing with an infestation that was taking hold in one corner of the courtyard gored under the fig trees. It was rather like living with a travelling restaurant for the day – you know those wonderful smells that always linger on the pavements outside suitably discreet looking facades in cobbled side streets.
The first vestiges of frosts this week had me reaching for the selection of nets that I hopefully drape across the top of the more tender garden specimens. I had thought to be brave about the prospects of the bargain bin also I bought for the gravel border u they look so lush after a summers warmth and growth now that I’d hate to lose them.

My little video this month is taken looking down over the gardens from the top car park on a blue but blustery November day when the foliage danced in the wind and the white horse raced in across Mounts Bay with the magical centre piece of Michael’s Mount. and to finish I walked up to the top of one of our fields to watch the sunset across the bay for a little taste of Ednovean Farm in Autumn.

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