Or is it Autumn yet? Mixed days of glowering cloud and surprisingly hot sun. Grape jelly has been made, lemons are gearing up for being yellow in January, and these mad hibiscus flowers are making their blousy appearance, much to my joy and that of the big black bees still buzzing around like small private planes.
All those Autumnal jobs are on the horizon: the bonfires curling blue smoke in the chilly evenings and endless cutting back of straggling plants. Chutney, jam, chimney sweeping, investigation of last years old woolies.