The last of the summer whine…
and drone of insects, bees, wasps and the sound of plants growing.
This reputedly is the last hot day of summer this year, and autumn is gradually taking hold.

… what’s occurin’ …
and drone of insects, bees, wasps and the sound of plants growing.
This reputedly is the last hot day of summer this year, and autumn is gradually taking hold.
It takes two to shift this. “This” is a cider mill apple squashing/squishing/juice squeezing wheel. Those who have assiduously explored the site […]
Nothing beats an early morning stroll around the garden.
In the wild flower meadow nature has collapsed the daffodils overnight. Slowly, imperceptibly, the daffs are waking as the sun warms them.
A Sunday look at the (new) polytunnel.