We have had lovely balmy weather for the past couple of days, however, autumn is in the air. I can feel the change in the breeze and see the leaves slowly beginning to turn. The nights are beginning to draw in too and it is dark now by 9pm. Much as I lament the demise of summer, although it barely showed it’s face this year. I do love autumn.
Sitting out in the garden watching the swallows begin to gather en masse, furiously swooping and eating bugs on the wing, filling up for their journey back to Africa, which judging by the growing numbers of them will happen any day now. The air was full of the scent of ripening apples, the fat juicy blackberries that are bursting from the hedgerows around our house and my autumn raspberries just beginning to redden.
All around us was the sound of tractors busily rushing to get their last cut of silage for the winter feed. The calves are fattened and growing rapidly, they have lost their cute baby cow look and now just look like small smelly cows instead. The creeper that grows over our house is no longer vibrant green, it now has hues of purple, brown and bright red. Autumn can be almost as colourful as summer.
Yes, it’s definitely autumn. Season of plums, figs and cobnuts. Beetroot, wild mushrooms and swede. Tomorrow we will take our baskets and go to the wood at the bottom of our field in search of cobnuts, hopefully we can beat the squirrels. On the way back to the house we will gather Sloes from the hedgerow (oh yes, I’m going to make Sloe Gin!) Then we will pick apples for me to begin my pie, crumble and chutney cookathon!
After the girls had done playing in their sand pit, we decided to take a walk through the garden, armed with my camera. I have attempted to take some autumn shots – not the easiest thing to do when you’re trying to stop a toddler from climbing into trees and balancing an 11 month old who has tired of walking under one arm! But anyway, I tried and here are a few of the less blurred, minus baby fingers on the lens ones
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