It's not being a gentle autumn, far from it, it's really wet and wild. Just as well, because it stops me from wanting to be outside working in the garden. One good outcome of the weather is that the rain softens the walnut casings and then the wind knocks them down to the ground. The weather is so poor that the squirrels seem to be staying in bed. Good - all the more nuts for us! We have put them in trays in the kitchen to dry out.
I'll confess to rather liking the damp and decay that settles on the garden at this time of year.
A few brave flowers are battling it out.
More high winds are forecast, so Himself has picked all the pears from the tree. They are still very green, I hope they'll ripen.
But the Swiss chard doesn't seem to be bothered by the weather at all. Why, it looks good enough to eat.
I live with Himself (husband) in the coastal town of Bournemouth in the South-West of England.
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I have three blogs;
Share my garden,
My life in one hundred objects and
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