The cabbage patch

6pm lawnHere is the 6pm lawn. I ache. And am about run the bath and try and soak the sore muscles. But it does look better; even if I am only half way there.   I have taken to marking out the lawn in a grid in an attempt to cheer myself up. You make progress down one lone line and feel rather pleased.

I took breaks to cart armfuls of flowers up to my neighbour Daniele.   I’m still cosmos-ing like mad. And I had a huge pile of nicely dried hydrangeas to give too.   They have dried perfectly (losing just half a dozen out of all the vases that Jan made up last week) and it means I have plenty to give away.

cabbage patchOn the way back I decided to see if we had any raspberries.   The Balayns have heaps.   But a large mouthful was my harvest. Never mind. Here’s the best bit. Cabbages. Brassicas galore, and big and fat and happy.   You can’t see them easily in the low autumn light, but there are dozens here.

I took off the net now that the butterflies are no longer laying.   And managed to get a lot of the bugs that have had a blissful summer underneath.   If all goes well and the deer don’t find their way in, I’ll have a bumper harvest for the next few months. mighty cabbages