Sunday 29 November 2020

Wistfulness


Wistful: sad and thinking about something that is impossible or past

 Cambridge Academic Content Dictionary 


A succession of mists have engulfed our side of the Pennines this week. They have infused the valley with a sense of wistfulness. I think this is not unusual as the winter closes in upon us all, but this year the feeling is that much more acute. While the garden has been a retreat from the sad news of the pandemic that has defined 2020, it is now a paradoxical place with both a degree of melancholia yet the promise of the inevitable rebirth and regrowth. 

The ailing health of the cherry trees at the top of the garden has not helped but at least there is something I can try, to help rectify their situation. I am hoping the application of copper sulphate powder and slaked lime will, up to a point, serve to arrest the fungal attacks. This is to a degree in my control. However, winter and the pandemic will have to run their course. 

Of course, a little feline company, a nice warm brew and the garden are always a reliable restorative, as Hippocrates wisely observed 
 "Nature itself is the best physician.”


 

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