Wednesday, September 09, 2020

 She is here, - she is here!!

Blown in by autumn breezes..

September is here, - there is just something in the air that speaks of autumn.

Bruce and I sat out in the back garden, - me with a book, and he/him with his eyes closed, stretched out on the garden bench, enjoying the sun and the cool breeze.

I am reading "Greenery Street" by Denis Macrail - a delightful book so far, - easy to read and so entertaining.  A little of that "wry humor" that I so often see mentioned in book reviews.  Denis, the author, married Diana Granet in 1917, and they lived at 23 Walpole Street. Chelsea, the setting for Greenery Street (1925).  The little inset at the back tells one that this is the first of his twenty-five novels, and that it was written in 1920.  It's success encouraged him to give up his office job and from then on he wrote a book a year, becoming "the official chronicler of the domestic preoccupations of the upper middle class in London".  With such friends as A.A.. Milne, J.M. Barrie and Wodehouse he was one of a circle of lovely writers that old people like me are so familiar with!!!  I must look for more of his books, but of course the Library is closed, along with almost everything else in town, because of this dratted pendamic.

I am thankful for the back garden!|!  Where the purple asters are beginning to blossom and the bright orange berries on the Mountain Ash tree are heavy and gorgeous, bending the branches low. I would expect to see many birds among the branches, but perhaps these particular berries  are not an enticing part of their diet.... There are five or six robins bathing in the fountain on the front lawn every morning - I suppose they are thinking of packing their bags and flying south, soon!

The street at the front was full of men in yellow vests and trucks that said "Focus" on them, - wires, and men climbing poles....  I didn't go out and ask what they were doing, but they all seemed to be quite focused, and they went away without anyone coming to the door to say"Ma'am, we've just installed Ultra Internet" and nothing seemed any different when they left, but no doubt they had something in mind, and I will ask Youngest Son when he comes to say goodnight....

Tomorrow is another day to enjoy the blue skies and sunflowers September blesses us with....



 

And the autumn leaves and vines....






7 comments:

Ruth said...

It's been such a long hot summer, which makes September all the sweeter. As old as I am, I still get that little butterflies in the tummy feeling at the thought of starting school. Sadly no one will ever experience starting school the way we did years ago. Now we can only pray the children and young folks will be able to get back to school in safety.

Your book sounds so wonderful, something I'd enjoy, too. I don't know that author, but have J.M. Barrie's "The Little Minister" here on my desk, waiting for a re-read. What would a person do without books to keep us company, to take us where we can't go, to see so many wonderful things, to get inside the lives of others...

Enjoy your September dear Hildred!!!

Ellen D. said...

I am lucky that my library is open again because I do read a lot, especially during this stay-at-home time. I read mysteries mostly. There is always beauty in your garden. Thanks for sharing its loveliness with us! Hurray for September and the beginning of Fall!

Hildred said...

Thank you both for kind comments - hope you are enjoying the lovely days of September as much as I am!

Barb said...

Sounds wonderful to sit in your back garden reading and enjoying the fall blossoms and colors. We got snow for a couple days, and it's very windy today. Temps were near freezing all day so I stayed inside. I'm thinking I might make your orange muffins tomorrow.

Hildred said...

oh, I haven't made orange muffins for ages, - will have to put oranges on my shopping list!!! You inspire me, Barb!

Granny Marigold said...

I just dropped by for a little visit. I enjoyed the pictures, especially the second one.

The Weaver of Grass said...

Hildred I had a Mountain Ash in my last garden - as soon as the berries showed a hint of red the birds ate them. Next door had one too and their berries always stayed on until almost Christmas - it was frustrating.