As I sit to type this there is a chill in the air, the sun is lower, and Autumn is signalling its presence. Mists float through the valley, and the trees are tinged with orange. Plants are increasingly frantic to seed, and insects and larvae have not much longer to feed. The perennial tree cabbage is clearly being enjoyed:
The borage has nearly finished flowering, but the bees tell me off when I try to remove it, even if there is just one flower left:
We want to invite the bugs to stay with us over winter, so they are nice and handy for the re-emergence of the garden in Spring. Rick has built a couple of houses, which we will have fun furnishing this weekend (no trip to IK*A required). Here’s one:
I’m still harvesting salad:
The tomatoes are ripening now (they’re outside against our front wall which holds the heat from the sun). I’m also harvesting red orache, nasturtium, garlic chives, chives, welsh onion, wild rocket, runner beans, sorrel, baby chard, golden oregano, lambs lettuce, mint, more runner beans … in fact, there is more out there than I can usually remember to harvest. (And by the way, all of those things listed do not get eaten by slugs).
So for now there is still plenty for everyone to eat. But we’d better make the most of it while we can.