I weaved my way though the towering sunflower stalks, growing in the kitchen garden. Aiming for a flower, in the middle of the patch, to photograph. The others around it were beginning to fade. Petals twisting. Edges drying. This one sunflower bloomed later and was still looking good. Head not hanging down, as if inspecting its feet, like its fading companions. It’s nearing judgement day. Do I bring the sunflower seed heads in, to store for the birds over winter? Soon, I think.
I stepped carefully over spaghetti squashes, growing between the stalks. Mindful of their trailing stems. Not wishing to cut off their last gasps of nourishment. Easier now that the leaves have died back. A sign that the time has come round again to harvest the squashes.
I grab a few apples from a nearby tree to replenish the fruit bowl. A daily routine, now the hornets have gone, or maybe diverted elsewhere. Using my jumper as an improvised apron to hold the red, glistening apples. Continue reading
A handful of hops
foraged from the hedgerow as
I headed on home.
* hops collected on school run today. Now drying ready to be mixed with lavender and added to handstitched sleep pillows made of cotton. They smell divine.
*experimenting with haiku
Looking out of the window this morning, my eyes were transfixed by our box hedge. It was liberally dotted with equisite, tiny nets, embellished with even tinier sparkling, clear spheres of water. Arranged with precision. The spiders had been busy. In all fairness, the webs are always there, it just takes the right conditions for them to hold on to the water droplets and put on an eye catching display. Rain in this case.
“Oh! Look at the spider webs. They are so pretty“, I beamed.
My husband didn’t look up from his coffee duties. No need. Spider webs in the box hedge are hardly ground breaking news around here, and we are talking about the first coffee of the day.
“Yeh. Getting autumnal,” as he poured the coffees into cups.
Nooooooo. What? Continue reading