Plums, Plums And Yet More Plums
The last fruit harvest from the garden for this bead maker, "Victoria" plums, "Cox" apples and a nice bowl full of sweetness that only a ripe dark autumn raspberry can give. As stinging nettles fade towards the ground and lavender heads dry in the fen breeze I look over the kitchen garden with thoughts of next spring in my head, soon I will clear the last beds and burn those dry bean stalks while dusk races in and the smell of bonfire will hang over the fen.
Reed cutters will load their punts with reed and sedge before the winter ice slows river and dyke and huge pike will hunt the deep drains for roach and rudd while sounds of harvest fairs will whisper in winds heading for the coast and the low sun will play tricks of light through woodland, how quick the seasons turn.
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