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November in the Ednovean Farm Gardens

November garden bench and fig leaves

November in the garden and the season changes

November in the Ednovean farm garden and the wind of change blows through the garden towards winter as I’ve come to conclusion that it could now well be winter – in fact I checked the date on Google, yesterday, just to make sure. Sadly they confirmed the inevitable information but as with all things on Google there is a choice. Winter starts on December the 1st. That’s if you’re a meteorological time keeper of course but this version joyously finishes on the 29th of February – for Astronomical followers the start is the 21st December with the Winter Solstice and doesn’t finish not until a tawdry 20th of March. I looked at the dates and decided upon balance, to adopt the 1st of December and found a woolly hat to st out into the garden – just for the time being of course.

This month I’ve looked at the sheltered courtyard gardens where the more formal layout gives structure to our autumn garden and also looked again at the evergreen Italian gardens where the statues defy the elements in their spare architectural enclosures. Finally there’s another chance to see my little garden video, of the wind bringing the whole garden to life in restless motion, if you missed it last week. Continue reading “November in the Ednovean Farm Gardens” »

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The first of the winter’s gales

Gravel terrace at Ednovean Farm after the rain

Louis cat setting off across the top terrace after the rain

The first gale of winter roared in this week and the term “storm lashed bay” springs to mind as I watched the white topped waves sped across the bay beyond the garden. Yet for me there was something intriguing about the motion in the garden that was suddenly brought to life, as the restless wind buffeted the foliage. I spent a few minutes recording the motion of the plants to share with you this week and an awful lot longer wrestling with YouTube! Continue reading “The first of the winter’s gales” »

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The first candle of Christmas

textures of candles, basketsPerhaps it was the right time this week to light the first candle of Christmas In our hall at Ednovean Farm, just ahead of the terrible news from Paris and in blissful ignorance. With the recent events of the weekend, some of the joy has gone now but the comforting glow lives one and the hope of time honoured rituals.

This week I’ve looked for  the time honoured rituals of Christmas that start now in  November when the first of the festive lights will start to glow with the promise of peace and goodwill and the mighty flower garland of Cotehele will be lifted again celebration of the season.

And at Ednovean? we start our own more  homely run up to Christmas
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Autumn days

The sun breaksthrough and brings the geraniums to life on the terrace

The sun breaks through and brings the geraniums to life on the terrace

Ah autumn days and the days grow shorter as the breezes start to stir the autumn leaves. My thoughts recently have begun to turn towards brisk walks along the tide line with the white balls of foam drifting past, only to scud away across the sands and supper in a cosy pub for a special treat in the gathering dusk.

So far the temperature has been remarkably high this year, even for sub tropically inclined west Cornwall but the first misty days of autumn finally came and then cleared with the racing evening breeze to give us  to give the late afternoons a glowing golden light sometimes followed by a wonderful sunset.

This week too I’ve gathered an armful of rich russet bracken and drying seed heads from the Cornish banks to bring into the house to celebrate the autumn season and Spud-Cat snoozed on in a cosy window seat. Continue reading “Autumn days” »

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The Crowns Engine Houses Botallack Mine

Botallack Engine Houses - two semi derelict engine houses clinging to the cliffs above the sea

The sea churns relentlessly even on a quiet day at Botallack

Two of the most iconic engine houses of Cornwall are located at the Crowns in Botallack, on the north coast above the great Atlantic seas, in part of Cornwall that is designated a World heritage site. I’ve often admired the dramatic photographs taken by local photographers of the ruined engine houses, clinging to the cliffs in defiance of the seas just yards below and symbolic not only of the decline of the Cornish mining industry but  the daring of the adventurers (people who invested in the mines with the hope that ore could be found) and labours of the Cornish miners deep underground. Last week we had a couple of hours to spare and so set off to find Botallack and finally to wend our way along the unmade lane to the National Trust car park with Lucy Land Rover. Continue reading “The Crowns Engine Houses Botallack Mine” »