September sunshine
The mornings are misty just now. Not a grey, damp mist but a pearly sheen of mist with the sun somewhere behind it, silvering the sky. It has been a perfect September day. We have been working in the garden, Ian cutting some of the hedges and a lot of grass while I have cut back what feels like thirty wheelbarrows full of the self seeders which we like to have here but which take over the world if you let them seed: campanula, artemisia, alchemilla, feverfew. I love them all but left to seed all over the place they squeeze out practically everything else. The whole garden is overflowing with harvest. This summer has not been one for the garden as you can probably tell by the way it has not appeared in the blog. But just now it doesn't seem to matter that we lost it under the demands of other things. There has been a fantastic harvest of damsons. There are now twenty six jars of jam on the shelves, waiting for winter. Damson jam is one of ...