Hello, Lorraine here, Harriet’s mum.
For the last couple of weeks I have been psyching myself up for the jam and chutney making season.
I love scavenging the fruit and vegetables, I’m no gardener and make use of any glut my friends are willing to pass onto me and foraged fruit found while walking my puppy, Flint.
It may still be August but I’m feeling autumnal.
It could be getting the boys ready to go back to school – buying the boys new shoes and stationary – the smell of new books and pens and paper – you can’t beat it.
The courgettes that are the size of marrows say it all – an extreme lack of gardening. A big storm, sunshine but a drop in temperature. A couple of cool crisp refreshing mornings which personally I like a lot. Winnie seems to agree and had been running laps around the garden relishing a breath of cooler air.
Feeling a mite overwhelmed by the sheer volume of visitors this month, ( it is August after all.) I haven’t had a great deal of time or space for deep or even shallow thought – Have managed to have some fun though. Continue reading Go on, whack that flower…..
The sunflower heads are the size of dinner plates and stand towering above us – giants of flowers; the hollyhocks look intimidated. Eyes squinting in the sun to look at them. The bees buzzing in and out of the yellow glow.
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