Dear souls, the apple harvest is imminent and it looks to be a bumper year. My dear guardian's are prepared and have a number of sidelines that look to be "fruitful" in their return. Some of the crop, however, will be harvested for the pleasure of eating juicy, sweet, stripey apples that are really quite delicious, on their own or as an accompaniment to a fine local cheese. Some will be stored in a cool place to use in the kitchen as required and others given to relatives and friends as requested. The plums also are also looking rather fine; my lady guardian, whilst not too concerned with jam, is somewhat partial to well made plum jam therefore a small batch will be made to enjoy as our weather turns t'ward autumn, or indeed winter. There is nought more rewarding than enjoying the fruits of ones own labour with fruit and vegetables from ones small estate.
The weather forecasts proved correct and the latter half of the week, and early weekend, saw downpours enough to thoroughly water our small parched estate gardens and gladden the heart of many a local gardener. The water butts are once more brimming, much to the satisfaction of our lady guardian.
The evenings are drawing evermore inwards and darker evenings are once more upon us. It would be dishonest of me if I did not admit, dear reader, to being fond of a warm, comfortable lap on which to ensconce myself as the light fades. My dear guardian's are most accommodating; we all enjoy that time at the end of the evening when we are all safely gathered in from our various duties and can enjoy a little time together before we retire for the day, to repeat it all again on the morrow. The rythm of life at its finest.
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