First Sow of the Year

The new year has arrived and there is a disturbance in the force. In the dead of night between sleep and wakefulness, I hear the gentlest whisper telling me, ‘Get up, it is time!’ Continue reading “First Sow of the Year”

Lazy Afternoon

I’ve often thought I was born in the wrong generation. I should have grown up in the sixties; my tastes, music and fashion all take their influences from there. Continue reading “Lazy Afternoon”

Something in the Air

As I left the house early to go for my morning run, something immediately struck me. It wasn’t the grey sky or the drizzly rain, but the air itself had a feel of autumn. We’ve just entered the golden month, the month when bountiful harvests fill fridges, freezers and pile up on dinner tables. Meanwhile, the burnt oranges and yellows of summer’s late floral arrivals are happily holding court in the garden; heleniums, sunflowers and rudbeckias all vying for our attention. 1 Collage

But autumn? I don’t remember seeing the invite for this brooding guest, yet here he was.  2 Collage

I’m still hopeful for that last burst of summer to finish tanning my squashes, ripen my tomatoes and bake my beetroot. 3 Collage

But if this is the change, I really can’t complain. The allotment has done me proud this year, stretching my knowledge and filling my tummy. And the goods are still coming. Last night I harvested the first corn on the cob, and before Soph got home, I’d boiled it, eaten it and hidden the evidence.

Think I got away with it. 😉