Soon it will be September. The weather is still rather warm here, and the evenings are not yet cool. In the garden the robin is back making a racket after his summer quiet spell. Unlike last year, every fruit is abundant and bursting with life.
The brambles are fruiting early and unlike our one lonely apple on the tree last year, this year we have fifteen!
I'm not sure what these beautiful berries are, although I assumed they aren't edible just in case.
The large rose bush is still flowering madly after months of activity. I shall miss being able to bring in some blooms to put in the house.
Summer is getting past its glorious best, and everything in the garden looks a little overblown after all the exertion and growth. Only the sedum looks like it is on the verge of something lovely. The tomatoes are slowly ripening, we have had a much better crop this year and we have a number of courgettes ready which I think we will make into soup.
When summer gathers
up her robes of glory, and like a dream of beauty glides away.
- Sarah Helen Power Whitman



