There is an air of scurrying about now as peoples thoughts turn towards Christmas, even down in the woods with Chum all the animals seem to be extra busy. The squirrels are almost as thick on the ground as the fallen leaves and so intent on filling their winter larders that Chum nearly managed to catch one, maybe they can feel the cold weather approaching at last. All things in my garden suddenly look dull and damp and I've had a disaster with my violas. Dead-heading them this morning they are in a pitiful state, eaten by slugs, covered in black spots and even infested with aphids. That's the last time I'll buy cheap punnets from B&Q, at the moment I don't think anyone would believe a student of horticulture lived here! Maybe they will revive a bit in the spring, and if they don't at least the bulbs will soon take over.
"And now when comes the calm and mild day, as still such days will come,
To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home,
When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still,
And twinkle in the smokey light the waters of the rill,
The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore,
And sighs to find them in the wood no more.
William Cullen Bryant
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