We now can’t escape it, the change is happening, slowly and inexorably the season is changing. The Acers are turning, a few leaves here and there, and the Virginia creeper is following suit. It is non more evident than in the veg patch, and in the greenhouse the tomatoes have had to be stripped and stored ready for Jersey breakfasts and pickling.
Even as the year turns, the winter veg are maturing and casseroles are on the horizon; not until the time changes mind you, just one of our rituals.
Soon, thoughts will turn to Christmas, but not before we mark the anniversary of us moving here in about a month. Time flies.
Impatiens glandulifera, Himalayan balsam, is a large annual plant native to the Himalayas. Via human…
A gulp of Cormorants. Apparently that’s the collective noun; or a swim (I like that).…
Hot weather on the way, and we don’t like it. We generally don’t stop, there’s…
Three months into playing in the tunnel, what is it looking like? https://youtu.be/L9Da85uCQUQ?is=4wKPIP_pLAxEz5gp
The time is late afternoon, the date is early May, after some heavy rain and…
