Signs Of Autumn

About this time of year Granma would move the settee from in front of the corner cupboard to in front of the fire, and the armchair from in front of the fire to in front of the corner cupboard.  This meant more people could sit cosy by the fire.  The light summer curtains would come down to be replaced by thick lined winter ones.

I’ve noticed that in the past week or so I’ve been doing similar settling in for winter activities.

The seed pots and garden tubs no longer in use have been emptied and put away.  The compost put in the leaky old water butt that acts as a bin; with a lid on to keep out the rain

On Monday I took down the living blind of tomato and very dead cucumber plants.  There were still a few tomatoes on the vine but they’d got really straggly.  Thunderthighs was good enough to reach up for the topmost tomatoes and hoover up the leaves afterwards.

I ran the mower over all the vines and ex-tub plants, gave the lawn its final tidy-up mow and mulched the borders with the clippings.

Wormarium#2 was established a few weeks ago as things don’t rot down as quickly in the cold and #1 gets too full.  All the thick bits of stem that resisted the mower are now in wormarium#2.

New parsely has been planted in a terracotta pot of refreshed fertilised compost on the pottisserie so we have a supply for the winter.

On Tuesday I wore my Damart Thermolactyl short sleeved vest under my shirt, rather than the thin strapped cotton one I’ve worn all Summer.

The summery things on the chairdrobe are finding their way into the laundry basket to be washed, ironed and put away clean for next year. 

I’m in my Cotton Traders long nighties, and bed-socks are near at hand.