The weather has cooled here. It finally feels like winter. I’ve had the fire going for the past few days and it’s toasty warm inside.
Aside from the unseasonably warm weather prior to that, this time of year always delights me. Just when you think Mother Nature is shutting up shop for the cold season, she surprises.
Over the past 6 weeks I’ve been picking lemons, oranges and lemonades.
“The glory of gardening: hands in the dirt, head in the sun, heart with nature.
To nurture a garden is to feed not just the body, but the soul.”
Alfred Austin, poet (1835 – 1913)
Although perhaps not when it’s 34 degrees Celsius.
I have just come in from harvesting my first crop of garlic. It’s hot, I’m now sweaty and red-faced, but I have to say it feels pretty satisfying.