Just like the Hitchcock film, suddenly loads of black birds filled the sky! The came closer, and closer and right overhead. I think a bird of prey spooked them, and in turn they spooked me!
More proof that the season is gradually changing, the swallows are beginning to meet on the wires to preen and twitter, getting ready for the bug trip south, all the way to Africa. It is lovely that they spend time here building nests and having young and consume vast quantities of insects.
As you can see, a bit of rain and the grass is already starting to grow and make the fields a tinge of green rather than straw coloured. These are some clouds this evening.
While early summer brings so many flowers, things tend to slow down in gardens at this time of year. This lovely old walled garden shows that if you know what you are doing, then there are lots of lovely flowers that can be grown to give a fabulous show of colour. Pink, white, yellow, blue, orange, purple. Amazing.
Of course this is all helped by a lovely old wall and lots of wonderfully enriched soil. Ah well, something to aim for.
A neighbour has a field edged with blackberry plants, so this morning I went and picked lots.
Of course it wasn't until I was half way through that I thought to take a picture. So imagine there being a few more berries. They are now in a muslin bag dripping into the pan and I will make blackberry jelly tomorrow, we decided that having no seeds would be more pleasant than crunching through seeds. Seeds in the mix is jam, no seeds means jelly!!! Just so you know!
Keep forgetting to mention that I smelt (smelled) Autumn. As the seasons change I can tell the difference, (although to be honest I have never noticed the difference between spring and summer). The smell of the seasons occurs way before the official change, and there are but a few people who can smell these. One person that I know of who can mentions the change within the same week as I do. Anyway, to note this yet further, most of the swifts have left.
So fast and difficult to take photos of, will try much harder next year. The swallows and house martins are still around. To add to this our lovely summer weather is due to have a windy, and hopefully, wet end at the weekend. The garden is in need to a jolly good soaking, although I know I will be moaning about the weeds that show soon after. Look at this horseradish, being devoured by cabbage white caterpillars.
During the summer in Britain there are summer fetes and fayres. Many villages use them as a way of bringing the community together and of raising funds. Either on the village green, or on a field loaned by a local farmer, the fayre is set up. Stalls selling locally made and grown items a roped off area of the field for 'events' such as children's country dancing, dog obedience skills, races, falconry demonstrations etc. There may be a large tent or marquee with items for sale and or 'the competitions' with home grown vegetables, homemade jams, jellies, cakes and flower arrangements. These are then judged and winners enjoy local kudos.
We went to one, it is quintessential British rural life. Here are some of the vegetables in the marquee.
Today I went and picked the very few plums that we have.
Sadly not a large collection. So found some other plums and added those, still only half the amount to make one batch. Washed Stones removed and in the pan with some orange zest