The autumnal garden clear-up has begun now that the house is painted. We can already feel a difference from the black south wall after it's been soaking up the rays for a couple of weeks. This week someone actually said, 'Wow, it's hot in here!' which has never happened before. Take note those who came to visit in the winter before and were feeling the chill, it's now safe to come again.
The range has been lit again after Jim comprehensively serviced it and the chimney attached to it. We're all delighted it's on, none more so than Madame Poppy who has taken up her rightful place by it.
The pumpkin and squash harvest has begun in earnest and the champion is a Pink Fairy weighing in at 10.85kg.
The other squashes are a colourful lot, too. So far: Turk's Turban, Jack be littles and Ambar.
One little aubergine has appeared at last. Don't know how much it will grow at this time of year, but at least it shows that it can be done. However, I'm not planning to grow any next year; they are just too susceptible to greenfly and, until I've got that properly under control, I'll concentrate on tasty crops that won't need as much 'babying'.
|Lovely to have a freshly painted cottage|
|The joys of a warm Rayburn|
|One of eight huge pumpkins on this plant!|
|The first lot of squashes|
The winter salads have been sown in the greenhouse as has some spring cabbage and cauliflower. I'm going to try a few more things in the greenhouse over winter. Next month, I'll sow some peas and sweet peas. And some broad beans outside.
Meanwhile, it's mulch, mulch, mulch with all the goodness of the grass that hadn't been cut for two months (Jim really had to peen his scythe to a super sharp edge this time). All the hedges, all the areas that are empty over winter and all around the remaining crops.
And Soruss is practising his crow. Apparently it doesn't come natural to cockerels... It's getting better, but I don't think his dad is impressed.
Let's just hope this fine autumn weather holds. Here's tonight's sunset over the Mountains of Mourne:
|Where the Mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea|