The weather today has brought to mind the first two lines from a poem called 'Remembrances' by John Clare.
'Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one and the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh on'
Yesterday was so warm that it was almost as if summer had returned for one last outing; today is very different. The sun is out but its warmth has gone, tempered by the fresh, crisp breeze that has my sheets flapping on the line and the new growth on the tamarisk tree whipping and tangling against the greying sky. The little sparrows, daily visitors to our bird table, cling on to the jiggling, dancing feeders their feathers so ruffled by the wind that they look twice their size. I have been walking around the garden taking a look here and there and still finding things to enjoy. The Sedum flowers always attract many butterflies and today one lone tortoiseshell was enjoying itself in the milky sun.
In the greenhouse the gourds Paul planted as an experiment are growing huge and heavy, but what a wonderful colour they are.
In the conservatory the fuschia flowers are still in abundance, we have both pink and purple ones, here are the pinks:-
We are still getting food from the garden; the courgettes have done so well this year and for once we have managed to salvage some hazel nuts......
from the crafty squirrel.