After such a wet summer... now ... a glorious autumn full of colour and sweet spicey aromas,
and I walk through the hidden garden here at The Potters House Penketh.
There is a change in the light and the shadows have lengthened as the sun dips ever lower in the sky....
Garden furniture is abandoned to squirrels and prowling cats...
...the summer chimenea cools and leaves from the vitis coigntiae their red leaves as big as dinner plates...fall from the height of a single birch tree nearby...
..the last of the roses still bloom in the herb garden...
..greenhouses are emptied of tomatoes and cucumbers and now squat silently in the fogged up windows for winter...
...evening primrose lives on ....
..and teasels tease the gardener...clinging to woollen scarves and bobble hats...to live another day...
...tucked away in a coerner of the herb garden is the last of the fruit...a medlar tree..it's odd bobbley shape beloved by jokers!!
..saved to be bletted in a window inside until soft enough to make some medlar jelly...
...if the cook remembers!
