Ednovean Farm’s November garden diary

Golden grass n an autumn garden November has been a strange month for my garden diary, a month of days born as if on butterfly wings through the garden, swinging from soft tranquil days to dark dramatic skies before giving way to the final sting of winter.

This November, as the year changes from autumn into winter, my garden diary is in two parts;  a diary of soft dark nights eating suppers beside a brassier and the pleasure of a robins company on sparkling mellow days spent clearing and tidying  the garden for the year, and  the final darkening, dramatic, skies that spoke of  thoughts of winter.

 

 

The soft autumn light on a welcoming garden entrance

Welcome to my November Garden diary

A November celebration of the garden – “Gunpowder treason and plot”

 

winter fire - Hygge for the garden

The warm glow of garden hygge

We celebrated Guy Forks this year, not with fireworks (we keep horses on the farm) but by eating supper in the Italian Garden, on an evening, almost as warm as some in summer.

 

Charles made the night cosy with a flaming brassier to warm us and I set candles in lanterns along the paths to cast a soft mellow glow for a little hygge on an autumn evening. It was so lovely to sit and with the gentle flickering lights set amongst the foliage, while sitting, warmly wrapped in a rug on chairs softened by cushions. Our garden supper will probably be the last of this year and the traditional jacket potatoes and hot soup have never tasted so good!

Flaming brazier in a candle lit garden

 

November days in the Italian Garden

 

Early morning in a formal garden - garden escapes

The first sunshine of the morning creeping into the Italian Garden

arch of grass caught in early morning sunshine

I made my way into the Italian Garden at the beginning of the month to watch the sun creep over the hedges to catch the fading Miscanthus grasses and was enchanted to return later in the day when the sun came up further, to work clearing the long gravel border ready for winter. Each day dawned balmy and warm with soft sunshine and I made steady progress, although it still took me nearly a week to travel the sixty metres or so along the length of the gravel border carefully working amongst the Palms and Agave.

Garden border below blue skies - garden diary

The long gravel border that flanks the Italian Garden

On most days I had a robin for company, singing sweetly from a nearby branch and or feasting on the Robin titbits exposed by my labours. On other afternoons, Spud Cat reigned supreme crouching near me to watch my progress as I loaded bag after ton bag (disused builders bags) ready for the bonfire.

The Italian Garden is a tranquil sheltered spot and it was mostly was awarded its name not from elegant nuances of the architecture of Italy but because it always feels a few degrees warmer in its sheltered depths as though visiting a Mediterranean spot a stroll away from our front door.

 

November days in the outer garden

 

November's dramatic skies

Mellow autumn days gave way to brooding dark skies

 

Palms flank the lawns - November Garden diary

Palms flank the lawns

 

Perhaps we thought those first balmy weeks of the month would continue forever and we could ignore the onset of winter but eventually the skies darkened above the garden to dramatic black, swiftly  clearing again to a golden light of autumn.

palms with Perranuthnoe below a garden

Dark skies gave way to golden light

 

Eventually the chill of winter arrived though and took hold of the garden and I’m now strangely reluctant to spend my spare time crouched in the borders preening the garden but you know the first spring daffodils are pushing their way up down in the lower garden so perhaps……..

Spring daffodils starting to grow in Novmber

The lower garden where spring daffodils are emerging

 

November photo album

 

 

To read last months Garden diary for October Click here

About Christine Taylor

Charles and Christine Taylor have hosted Luxury Bed and Breakfast at Ednovean Farm Nr Penzance in West Cornwall since 1991 and live there with three cats and eight horses including a Spanish Stallion called Danni. Christine writes a weekly blog about life on the farm and garden with an occasional series about places of interest in West Cornwall

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