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Mists And Mellow Fruitfulness

J and I love this time of year – the temperature is perfect, it rains, the sun shines, the shades of green and brown are gorgeous as leaves fall and plants of every sort grow – thrusting their way through barren layers of summer and out into the sparkle of spring. The smells of leaf-mould and mushrooms and damp, rich soil – the twittering of ‘garden’ birds and the calls of buzzards and ravens. Everywhere you look and listen and sniff, stuff is happening. There is new energy – from Mother Nature and from us!

An old friend has returned after a summer spent gadding about the forest chasing food and the ladies – now he just craves a bit of peace and quiet and his place in the sun . .

Tawney Owl

. . Owl is home again for the ‘winter’.

J is composting furiously as the pruning mounts up ready for the macerating machine . .

macerating machine

compost bins

hot compost heaps

. . and ‘Yes, they really do get that hot!’ I’ve poached eggs in the compost heap before now, if you don’t believe me go here and check it out.

The colours of autumn are a delight to the eye and often it is the smallest of things that make the biggest impression – ‘suns’ glow . .

autumn colours

. . and ‘stars’ twinkle . .

autumn berries

Common Copper

. . and a Common Copper glows in the sun.

There was even time and energy for a bit of ‘reverse lens’ macro photography fun . .

Huntsman Spider macro

. . staring down a Huntsman Spider

Finally, this being our so-called autumn, here are a couple of aptly-named flowers from this time of year – both are so delicate and beautiful and so worth taking a few moments to pause and enjoy.

Scilla autumnalis Autumn Squill

Scilla autumnalis – Autumn Squill

Spiranthes spiralis - Autumn Lady's Tresses

Spiranthes spiralis – Autumn Lady’s Tresses

Spiranthes spiralis - Autumn Lady's Tresses

This orchid is such a tiny thing, so easy to miss and yet close up the flowers appear to be made of crystalised sugar . .

Spiranthes spiralis - Autumn Lady's Tresses

With the exception of the red berries, all the machines, creatures (human and non-human) and plants live in and around my garden!

Autumn. It surely is the season of mists and mellow fruitfulness.

Alan Fenn, Okçular Köyü

18 thoughts on “Mists And Mellow Fruitfulness

      1. Hi Alan. Might be just me as I am a computer idiot but can’t read this as the Okcular guide covers it and I can’t or don’t know how to remove it. Best wishes. Mary xx

  1. The macerator looks a good buy. Do you ever worry that your compost will burst into flames in the summer? On another note, is the gorgeously scented small white flower that grows on a vine/ivy with heart shaped leaves and spines smilax aspera? It is filling the air at the moment with a heavenly fragrance.
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    1. . . the macerator has been a boon – summer time the heaps are at their lowest as there is little going on them but kitchen waste and the internal processes are fuelled by the insects and copious amounts of water. Autumn and part of the ‘winter’ is when we prune and there are huge quantities of green material going on then. Within a few hours we are ready to poach eggs or stew in a slow cooker ‘haybox’ style! Never worried about spontaneous combustion.
      As for Smilex aspera, that is certainly what we have around here, with the flowers out now along with the berries you see in the photo.
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    1. Thanks Terry, nice to see you back here. J was asked, by Mugla Uni, to give talks to local farmers on the subject because almost none of them do it. It never came to anything in the end – what a waste of a valuable resource.
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        1. . . not surprised – living where we do we saw a new forest road cut down to a pristine bay – it was soon mobbed with families picnicking. Within a few weeks these same families were enjoying their barbies as their kids played amid mounds of litter and filth – no one seemed to notice or care. The ‘caring’ ones would gather up their litter, stuff it into plastic bags and hang it in the trees – my mind was boggled!
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