If there is one day of the year I dread more than any other, this is it. The last day of British Summer Time ~ the day of the night when we put the clocks back. From tomorrow it becomes dark by teatime and although we benefit from lighter mornings for a while we soon seem to lose those as well as the days get rapidly shorter. For most of my adult life I have hated what we always called “the long, dark nights”.
When we left France last weekend the sun was shining and it was 23°C. Back in Derbyshire this week we have had rain, rain and more rain, interspersed with sunny intervals. During one of those sunny intervals I picked some of the last roses and a few other flowers from the garden.
The garden has had its best year for a long time. Summer was late to get going but turned out to be one of the best for a few years and I was able to give it more attention, keeping the weeds down, dead-heading and trimming little and often. The garden responded to this TLC and rewarded us with a lovely show of flowers, especially the roses. They are still blooming defiantly and somehow surviving the wind and rain.
When we planted all these roses we chose them not only for their colour ~ I especially love the purple ones ~ but also because they are all fragrant ones. They smell fabulous and there’s nothing quite like the scent of an old-fashioned rose. Having “time to smell the roses” has been a real joy for me this year.
Just having a few flowers brightening up the hall will cheer me up during the first of the long, dark nights.
Bon weekend !! And don’t forget to put the clocks back !!