The sun is shining now after three solid days of rain. The river is very high and brown with the peat that it brings from the hills. The crab apples in the garden need to be picked as soon as there has been frost on them, so that I can make lovely pink crab apple jelly to have with pork. Tomatoes are ripening, and I'll use the ones that are green to make chutney.
The leaves are on the brink of turning brown, and the smell of bonfires and burning wood is replacing the smell of barbecues.
Bron. (who loves the autumn)