Bank Holiday weekend and the weather is glorious! We were going to be out and about but have decided that quite the best place to be is at home in the garden. We had an invitation from Wee One, but the thought of traffic to the coast and the crowds once we were there made it fairly easy to say no. Getting old? Yes, I think so, we relish the peace of our own space. The late summer colour is intense.
But I wish the gladioli would look the right way and not to the back of the border!
We are eating the climbing French beans as if there is no tomorrow
and the same with the courgettes. I never mind how prolific the courgettes are because they are such a versatile veg, I can always make lots of ratatouille to put in the freezer. They make a nice meal split lengthways and parboiled, then the shells filled with the scooped-out flesh mixed with grated cheese, breadcrumbs, cooked diced onion and garlic and lots of herbs and popped into the oven to brown.
It's a lovely time of year.
But what's this? I look over the hedge and see that the swallows are gathering on the telegraph wires above our neighbours' chimney pot.
Don't go yet, I'm still enjoying summer!