The year has tipped, half gone. But that half has seemed a year in itself: two months of non-stop water; two months of non-stop drought; and now the timeless background of living in our self-contained little world in even greater immersion than we normally do.
When the flora starts fruiting
we know that they see their year as over.
And as the days start shortening
we know what they mean.
like other birds, is filling up its last brood
ready to leave the nest
and the Jay
has time on her hands to clear the feeders.
After a shaky start the rabbit breeding plan is taking off
and has led us to grow things never before cultivated here
provisions for rabbit salad
not to be confused with ours
we argue over the fennel
Our crops seem to take longer to come to fruition, courgettes beginning to form
the first aubergine flowers
beetroot almost ready
beans on the rise
leeks ready in the winter
We have been enjoying the peas
and the cherries
plus the wine making apparatus is being dusted down
So, come rain
we enter the downward slope of the year in good spirits.