September flick flacks

Often, it seems, at this time of year, the seasons flick flack teasingly between soft, sunny, almostsummery days, and windy rainy autumnal ones. Outside I am surrounded now by signals of autumn proper all around. Behind the kitchen garden yesterday the field was ploughed,

and the berries, hips and haws are studding the hedgerows, (sadly for the birds and my crumble-making the blackberries are looking really sparse and small this year, anyone else finding this?).

The log man has made his monster autumn delivery and on colder days I am lighting the wood burner mid afternoon - much cosier than resorting to central heating. In the garden there is that overblown, faded and slightly deranged air that my laissez faire approach creates by early autumn,

But, in patches, the strange weather we have had this year has produced freakishly long lasting pools of summer colour that are lovely but the probability of having sweetpeas in October and lupins in bud just feels oddly mismatched with my desire for woolly tights and apple crumble and custard!

So I am putting off the big garden 'chop-down' weekend that usually happens about now, I just can't bring myself to put all this loveliness on the compost heap.

I hope you all have a gorgeous weekend - whether bathed in sunshine or cosying up to an open fire. xx