Hedge cutting in the rain today, admiring a client's tree, heavy with figs. Seemed funny to pluck a ripe fig under gray West Midlands skies, but the sticky pulpy fruit was none the less delicious for it. What a great summer we've had. Sunshine, showers and more sunshine. It might not even have gone completely yet either, just having a rest? Let's hope we can eek it out for a little longer. Sooooooo much better than last year's dismal effort at seasonality anyway.
A good fruit year with abundant damson crops. Yippee!
My dahlias are still going bonkers, raspberries, apples and damsons are drooping in weighty bundles and the spires of gladioli puncuate my borders. I guess that means it is September - and I still haven't been blackberry picking. A lack of purple jam tells its own tale so I don't think scoffing hedgerow fruits with my son on the way back from school counts as proper blackberrying.
A grabbed trip to the allotment on Monday night gifted me a carrier bag of runner and French beans, a hessian shopper full of eating apples, a collection of turnips and a to do list which includes digging up the rest of the potatoes and tying up the tomatoes properly in an attempt to help them ripen before the frosts arrive. They are scrambling all over the floor at the moment. Bad, bad, BAD allotmenteer.
On the flowery front, I also need to get my September sowings in. Based on last year, I'm going to sow in trays in the greenhouse, with just a couple of direct sowings in the garden as a point of comparison. Can't believe that I've nearly completed my first year as a flower grower and have to say that I've loved it, despite the early mornings!
Allotment open day arrives on Saturday and the forecast is for more rain. I might not get around to any cakery makery, but will be able to donate a bucket of mixed flowers and a rather wimpy gazebo to the allotment cause. I just hope that plot inspection is not imminent - especially by an expert tomato grower...
Dahlia 'peaches'
