It started earlier this year, with the burnt tips of the Ostrich ferns giving warning that their feet weren’t quite as wet as they’d like to be, particularly without the usual shade provided for them. Since then, it’s continued, as frond by frond has burned out, quite literally, curling in on itself and drying up until it crumbles to the ground.
The flowers are around the bend too. This is the time of the year when things begin to fade. It’s too hot and dry for the fresh green exuberance of the garden to continue unabated. Thus, the long slow slide out of summer marks its doleful beginning.
In a time, where the sun descends alone
I ran a long long way from home
To find a heart that’s made of stone
I will try, I just need a little time
To get your face right out of my mind
To see the world through different eyes
Everytime I see you oh I try to hide away
But when we meet it seems I can’t let go
Everytime you leave the room I feel I’m fading like a flower…
