A movie in the making
So it’s September the harvest is upon us and autumn beckons.
This summer has been viewed through a time-lapse camera, London with its all
consuming consumerism, conflict and conformity, work with its want it yesterday
attitude and the salty squeeze of a holiday has conspired to keep me away from
the cottage.
The city is busy exciting and hectic but sometimes for those of us with a natural bent, seasonally quite
stagnant, the changes signalled by a state of dress and the amount of tourists
attacking the attractions with digital weaponry. In sharp contrast, a few weeks
of summer in the countryside makes all the difference.
I’ve been rushed and pushed through some of my favourite
episodes, helpless before the onslaught of the seasons scheduling. Hints of
promise and glimpses of what was to be were badly edited, cutting straight to the faded grandeur of some of my most reliable stars.
I caught the opening scene, summer lapped at the country
lanes with its gentle waves of long grasses bennet and blossom, the garden
filled with young green starlets ready and willing to please in their up coming
roles. Swifts swallows and house martins took their place in the food cue, even
the occasional optimistic bee started visiting the set, the next instalment was
sure to be award winning but I missed it.
No catch up TV or rewind facility just fast forward, so suddenly
verges had receded being engulfed by hedgerows turned into untidy tsunamis. The
lupins and delphiniums had let stardom go to their heads, loosing their
colourful fresh complexions and being brought abruptly back down to earth. It
was fortuitous that the slow spring had held back those plants that I had
nurtured from seed and though only in a supporting role at the moment, show
promise.
It is easy to miss the importance of the supporting cast and
this is how it is with the fields, for some reason they have stole the show for
me this year. Green and pleasant, turned to warm and welcoming before sadly jump to
the last episode, cut and print. Mighty machines are shaving and plucking them,
leaving golden straw bricks or perfect pills where once the thick scenery shone
out. These are piled high to form oversized stacks or left to cast old
fashioned shadows over the stubble.
There seems no time anymore to enjoy these fields and the
fantasy’s we created there as kids, the giant building blocks were castles walls that we hid from our enemies behind, the haystacks monuments to prove your bravery by jumping off them. Now they
are gone as quickly as they arrived, yet more monstrous machines are invading the
lanes and shaking the house to the foundations, making their noisy way into the
fields to plough with surgical precision, peeling back the surface ready for
new growth.
I'm being optimistic here because with all this fabulous summer weather the reviews have been good so a lot of the plants have come back for an encore and with all such successes I know there will be a sequel coming to our eyes next year, so look I forward to the spring previews.