Eking Out The Energy #gardencolours

October should be the end, really. The summer is well past and autumn is a time when the leaves turn, to give their final show before dropping, but the blossom… it should be past its best. Well, no actually.

We are experiencing a mini heat wave courtesy of the fag end of Hurricane Ophelia or some such.

While further south hurricanes are generally unwelcome, when they’ve blown themselves out and bounced off the eastern seaboard of North America, they can often travel the Atlantic and provide us with a benign period of raised temperatures and welcome rain, even if the winds do sometimes wound. This might be one of those times; we shall see.

Occasionally, as in 1987 the storms amount to hurricane force winds ripping across the country and we are as ill-prepared for that as anywhere. Rather like with snow, which we handle with the grace of a ceramicist wearing gardening gloves.

I missed the 1987 storms by the neat expedient of being in Peru, but the effects were all too apparent on our return. Fences down, walls deconstructed, roofs now reduced to rubble. Even Sevenoaks in Kent had had to be renamed Oneoak.

Famously one woman went outside at the storm’s height because she could see her new car being battered by a tree that was whipping its branches across the roof.

She decided it would be better if she moved it, despite all reason telling her to stay inside, and put it in her garage.

She unlocked said garage and lifted the door. As she did so a gust of considerable force blew into the now open garage, lifting its roof.

The roof was all that held the walls up which now collapsed in on themselves, like a Reverse Ikea, which sounds like a chess move or maybe an earlier form of computer language but was devastating none the less.

Defeated she turned in time to see the miscreant tree collapse on her car.

I suppose as she dragged herself indoors she hoped the old adage of bad luck coming in threes had no substance behind it.

Anyway I hope you have enjoyed the colours and the Dog, more than she did her sojourn in the gales.

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published three books - Dead Flies and Sherry Trifle, My Father and Other Liars and Salisbury Square. In addition I published an anthology of short stories, Life, in a Grain of Sand this summer. A fourth book will be out soon. This started life as a novel in a week on this blog and will follow later this year. I blog about all sorts at geofflepard.com and welcome all comments. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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24 Responses to Eking Out The Energy #gardencolours

  1. willowdot21 says:

    Beautiful, beautiful 💜

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  2. Ritu says:

    Simply gorgeous colours and at this time of year too !!!

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  3. Super pictures. Been lovely today, with a beautiful dusky sunset. My father went out with a rubbish sack in the middle of that hurricane thing (typical) – it was torn out of his hand and never seen again! Enjoy the warmth.

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  4. Darlene says:

    Your garden looks amazing! Quite the story too. Of course, I loved the dog the best!

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  5. Erika Kind says:

    Thank you for that late summerly joy! Over here we have the most beautiful and warm weather too. It is like Mother nature grants us a last battery charge before she goes to sleep for a while!

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  6. Your garden is stunning. The story was interesting. People do very dumb things at the worst of times.

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  7. Am I an awful person? I laughed til I cried at your retelling …………….. #I’mSorry! 🙂
    The garden looks stunning, though Milo looks somewhat side-tracked. I remember the devastation left by the 87 storm….. Oneoaks also raised a grin. I also recall somewhere in the early 90’s, (after the trains had been fitted with new snow ploughs at an enormous cost) it snowed heavily and the trains stopped running because it was ‘the wrong kind of snow’ which headline also caused me to howl with laughter……..

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  8. I always enjoy your flower posts and your four-legged mate 🙂 Ummm, the woman and the car, reminds me of people going down to the beach when a storm is in full force!

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  9. Beautiful photographs, Geoff

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