|Our plum tree, Victoria, has excelled herself this year|
Autumn is here with a vengeance and the garden is a’swirl with yellow, red and brown leaves. The greenery in the polytunnel is beginning to abate, the potatoes have almost all been dug, and Vinnie the vine has yielded the risible harvest with which he deigned to bless us this year.
|A potato mosaic (variety Rooster)|
|Could do better – Vinnie Vine’s meagre offering|
And when I say “heavy work”, I am not joking… At home, even thirty years ago, we had mechanical bale-stackers to lift and load bales onto trailers. On the Swiss farm, it soon became evident that the bale-stackers were Vreni and… er, Yours Truly. As I watched Vreni deftly spear a square bale of hay with a pitchfork and swing it up into the air and on to the back of the trailer, my heart sank swiftly.
|Peeled plums playing on my mind…|
|Courgettes still growing in the polytunnel|
|Looking forward to making green tomato chutney!|
|Runner beans are still growing in the polytunnel|
|It was National Poetry Day this week, so
this spade made me think of the late
Seamus Heaney’s poem “Digging”
|Spot the sunbathing bluebottle! (on the left)|
|Autumn Crocuses in all their purple glory|
|Confused.com – this poor lost butterfly was flying round our hall!|
|We’re on the road to nowhere – autumn leaves|