Happy All Saints Day and the start of November. We had lots of “guisers” at the door last night. (The word “guiser” and “guising” comes from “disguise”.) There were some fab costumes and some truly terrible jokes. Michael’s favourite joke was: Q: What do you call John Wayne’s kids? A: The Waynes. We also had a few songs sung, and our 7-year-old neighbour sweetly recited some Halloween poems for her treats. I like the Scottish tradition of performing a turn before you get your sweetie.
I have been putting the garden to bed. If the city council were so kind as to do garden waste recycling throughout the winter, I would have left a lot more in the ground, because it’s been so very mild that a lot of my bedding plants are still going strong. I’ve also planted hundreds of bulbs. In Aberdeen (where I had a lot more garden space) I think I planted hundreds of bulbs every year, and there always seemed to be room for more. We shall see what happens in my Glasgow garden.
Day before yesterday I picked a lovely, scented bouquet. Even though I cleared them nearly all away, Roobeedoo‘s marigolds are still blooming, and optimistically sending up new shoots for next year. I’ve collected their seeds as well. As you see, my roses are still blooming, as they so often do, even until close to Christmas. In my bouquet you see Claire Austin (white) and Boscobel (pink). I love the delicate astrantia, which have done well to establish themselves in their first year, and also I do really wish you could smell the carnations – they have a delicate clove scent.
It’s a beautiful sunny day, after a very gloomy and windy week. I think Michael and I shall venture out on our bikes.
Be sure to come visit again on Wednesday November 5th, as I’m going to be doing a wee giveaway!