The minute my back is turned the courgettes turn themselves into thumping big marrows.
I've been dealing with plums all week, making jam and filling containers of cooked fruit for the freezer. I love Victoria plums and can't resist eating far too many of them as I cut out the stones.
The swiss chard looks beautiful in the garden glistening in the rain. It has cropped fantastically well.
It's just a pity that Himself has decided that he doesn't like the taste, "too earthy." I've got rows of the stuff!
The squash have been harvested and put in the greenhouse for the skins to toughen.
The 'red cherry' tomatoes are still cropping. Their flavour is far superior to the other varieties that I've grown this year, I shall definitely grow them again next year.
'Roma' had a bit of blossom end rot
and 'Shirley' was tasteless.
But there's plenty of basil to brighten things up a bit.
And I'm nurturing a few cuttings brought home from our holiday.
There are still flowers to pick in the garden
for Jane's flowers in the house.