“ Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; “
– With thanks to John Keats
Who could argue with Mr Keats, it is September and after much rain there is a cloudless blue sky and it is, dare I say hot out there.
The trees in the garden are laden with apples, not quite ready to pick. I can’t wait.
The borders are rich in colour, the sedum is turning a rich deep pink and is attracting masses of Bees.
There is also some Cyclamen coming up, near the pond, which I constantly clear of algae.
The photo doesn’t do them justice, but I couldn’t miss the chance.
The goldfish look healthy, but every time I neared them, they dived under the Lili Pads before I could take a photo. It is amazing how they sense the smallest movement and dive for cover.
