Leaf it out - the downside to autumn

Ralph Mellon
Ralph Mellon

Autumn is a challenging season if you live anywhere near trees.

Visually, it’s by far the prettiest, with the changing leaf colours and seasonal hues presenting some delightful images.

However, it’s also the dampest and dirtiest, and, in many cases, the most uncomfortable, as it often feels like a mixture of all four seasons in one day, in no particular order.

I happen to stay right beside an area heavily populated by trees and have already started clearing up the annual thick carpet of leaves which drapes itself all over the garden and pathway to the house.

Because of laziness and ignored opportunities on my part, our grass had not been cut for several weeks either and had become long and permanently wet.

We’ve enlisted the help of an occasional gardener too and he confirmed at the weekend – in a perfectly reasonable tone of voice – that it would indeed have benefited from an earlier cut. Well, you could have blown me down with a seasonal breeze when he reappeared the next day and said he felt a bit guilty saying what he did about our grass, and that he could quickly cut it before he went to another customer.

I welcomed his offer and told him I forgave his appalling insolence. And within 15 minutes, we had neatly-shorn autumn/winter lawns. There’s no culture like horticulture.

Fay Fife in Fife: This weekend, I’m once more recapturing the punk era of my confused youth by taking in The Rezillos’ concert in Kirkcaldy.

Fronted in the late 1970s by Fay Fife and Eugene Reynolds, they were probably among the more light-hearted of the punk bands, but lively and enjoyable nevertheless. Should be good.