You may wonder where I have been - why I haven't been visiting your blog or leaving comments. The reason is simple - I have been in the garden trying to tame the wilderness it had become. Regular readers will know that I like my garden to be a little wild; untamed; natural looking. But there comes a point where you have to take control before it all becomes unmanageable.
We have had some lovely autumn days, where I have been working outside from sun-up to sun-set - giving little thought to time passing and ignoring the call of the internet and computers. For who wouldn't rather be out in the fresh air than cooped up indoors. Not I. There will be plenty of time for that when the season turns once more and winter arrives.
In the world beyond the garden gate:-
berries and fruits shine out like beacons waiting to be plucked from their often thorny stems. Scarlet hips, crimson haws, indigo sloes with a pale bloom on their skins. Glistening purple elderberries drooping under the weight of the fruit. Burnt orange rowan berries hanging in clusters. Acid green crab apples. Knobbly horse chestnuts. Spiky sweet chestnuts. Mother Nature knows no bounds at this time of year and provides glorious bounty from her wild garden.
Autumn cooking is for storing, squirrelling and hoarding, in larder and cupboard, attic and cellar and freezer. In the mornings, a mist rises and wreathes in and out between the tree trunks. On the damp grass lie windfall apples and pears, burrowed into by late wasps. By noon, the sun is high, and it is warm. The leaves are beginning to yellow and curl. Runner bean flowers are shrivelling at the tops of their poles. Fruits hang thickly clustered from their stems, over-ripe, ready to fall, plums and damsons, apples and pears, rowan and elderberries and dark succulent brambles. ~ Susan Hill
I hope to get back on the blogging circuit in due course, when I have a little more free time to spend with you; until then ...