I was saying to himself, over a munched lunch of freshly picked sweetcorn, that last year we were eating the corn in the sunshine in the garden and what happened to the weather eh? it’s like autumn etc etc. Then we remembered the date.. and perhaps the weather is not unreasonable after all. And our sweetcorn is late.
Most of our veg seems to be late this year, and it has been an odd year for growing, with a drought in April, hot weather early, bringing out the elderflowers weeks earlier than usual. And August, bar a couple of days, forgot to happen.
But Autumn it is. Thoughts turn to getting wood in, and the last of the harvesting. Even the animal numbers have peaked, and are going down again, no more births, purchases or hatchings, but the fattened and knocking on making their way, with a little help, into the freezer.
Today we culled two of our older laying hens, and one was one of the first chicks we hatched here. Sort of sad in a way, but mostly just the natural passage – she has had a longer than average free range life, and her place will be taken by one of this year’s hatchings.
The harvest is brought in and stored, as we prepare for winter. Yep, everything is progressing as it should.