17 October 2009
The garden is shrinking back. Curling up and preparing to snooze for the winter. Instead of vibrant greens there are muted browns, fiery reds and smouldering oranges.
It’s true that I am still harvesting courgettes (I kid you not), but not for much longer. The autumn fruiting raspberries are putting on an astonishing show, but their message is clear: this is the garden’s last gasp.
For this season at any rate.