The sudden dip in temperature has passed and we are back into vest tops and keeping water in the fridge. I daren't look at the weather to see how long this might go on, but it's wonderful while it lasts.
Apart from late spring, this must be the most beautiful time of year. Many overheated plants are making a comeback, the wild sages and marigolds re-flowering and bees cruising with new found vigor.
The figs have had an odd year. Many started to fruit, then after a cold spring they failed to produce ripe fruit. At last they have produced and people have been arriving daily on bikes to pick from the huge tree opposite our gate. The best tree around; may have something to do with the fact that our 'fosse septic' possibly gives it some super nourishment . . .Anyway, it's all good stuff, 90% vegetarian and all that.
Talking of such things, and this should perhaps be on my Post-materialist blog . . .my granddad always used the 'household waste' on the garden; well rotted of course, but really how sensible, rather than using gallons of water all the time to flush it away into a reed bed somewhere. They didn't have a choice then anyway, and there certainly was no kitten-soft, quilted, perfumed bog roll. If we could, we would have a composting toilet system, but we are rather stuck with the conventional 'mr crapper style'; it would be one reason why it would be such a great thing to build a house from scratch.