We have flowers in our garden that would normally have been taken by the first frost some time in September. The weather is still very mild (14’c when I took these pictures) and we might just get some more roses if we are lucky.
Woken too early.
My sinuses telling me that autumn is coming.
My back telling me that old age is coming.
It is too warm for autumn.
I am to young to be old.
The leaves have started to fall.
Light mist and alpakas in the morning sun.
We planted out one bed of potatoes a couple of weeks before the other beds. The plants started yellowing and drooping last week so it was time to check what Mother Nature had provided us with this year. There are a few more plants to dig up but one of the storage bins is almost full.
We cooked and ate some of them yesterday and they are good boiling potatoes that mash well. Nam nam!
There are three more beds of potatoes that will be ready to dig up in the next couple of weeks
We ate the last of the 2020 crop in July of this year. They were a bit squidgy raw but hadn’t turned green and were fine when cooked. We store them in mouse-proof bins in one of the cellar rooms and they seem to keep well there. In a good we should be self sufficient in potatoes for around 10 months.