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November After more than a fortnight away I came home from Ireland in storm and flood. The weather has been bad for weeks but Leicester experienced its worst storm since I habe lived here the day before I returned home. Luckily my house is not built on a flood plain so my garden, although soaking, was not under water and unlike many households in Leicester I had electricity. The earlier chrysanthemums look brown and sorry for themselves now but I am surprised how well the dahlias are doing still. They are bettter value for money
A branch of one of next door's Lombardy Poplars fell off in the gales. It must have been over fifty foot long. It crashed through the overgrown part of the hedge dividing my garden from the one where it grew. It took a twenty foot hawthorn down with it, crashed through my bottom fence, cut right across another neighbour's garden and then into the one beyond, destroying a second fence in the process.
14th The first
frost. Of all the seasons winter excels at the instant effect. Overnight bright dahlia flowers have turned to brown slush. However
fuschias, berries , autumn foliage and even the agrithanthemums have come to the fore to
paint a different picture.
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