Autumn, the “season of mist and mellow fruitfulness", has arrived and with it, a torrent of falling leaves. In the waters of the canal, the trees, changing from green to russet, seem to have multiplied.
To protect it from the leaves, we have put the cover on the pool and ripped down the bougainvillea and la vigne verge (virginia creeper) leaving the house a little bare and sad. Still as one summer fades, we can look forward to the next. It is good to be here at this time of year as we can attack the garden with relish, knowing that next year, it will be less dominant.
To protect it from the leaves, we have put the cover on the pool and ripped down the bougainvillea and la vigne verge (virginia creeper) leaving the house a little bare and sad. Still as one summer fades, we can look forward to the next. It is good to be here at this time of year as we can attack the garden with relish, knowing that next year, it will be less dominant.
Everything grows so quickly here. We have cut down the fig trees (growing entwined) down near the creek that makes one of the boundaries of our land, although they will probably return next year. Their wood has been stored for next year's heating and I indulged my primeval passion for fire, by burning off some of the trees we cut down last year.
However the huge crop of figs has not been wasted. Its bounty: jars of fig jam, spicy fig chutney and figs in rum.
However the huge crop of figs has not been wasted. Its bounty: jars of fig jam, spicy fig chutney and figs in rum.
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