Yesterday was a quarter day. Michaelmas. And out in the garden there are swathes of Michaelmas daisies. In previous years we’ve pulled great clumps of them up, unrecognized. This year they’ve been left to grow unchecked at the edges of the garden while our attention has been focused on the newly-planted areas around the house.
Elsewhere in the garden, beds glow with the deep ruby of sedums; their tiny flowers always a magnet for visiting honeybees throughout the autumn months. But this year they have been abandoned early in favour of the daisies’ starry blooms.
Michaelmas may traditionally mark the end of the harvest for us, but for the honeybees every dry day still counts, and they will continue to gather in what pollen and nectar they can to see them through the winter to come.
Knowing now that the Michaelmas daisies are a firm favourite, I’ll resist pulling them up from here on.