September is officially autumn, and, although the daytime temperatures are still mostly good, summer does feel as if it's winding down - dew on the lawn in the mornings, spiders' webs around, leaves starting to lose their greenness; cooler at night, the greenhouse closed up in the evening. The plum tree, always the first to drop its foliage, is regularly surrounded by a sprinkling of leaves, and the flowers on the sweet peas are coming less thick and fast. They've been providing a posy for the table regularly all summer, and there are still enough to do that (just), but I've also starting cutting dahlias and other blooms: this week a few 'Bishop of Auckland' and 'Ambition' (the only two to flower so far), with Astrantia 'Hadspen Blood', Cosmos 'White Knight' and a few sweet rocket (Hesperis matronalis).
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Sweet peas for the table |
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Dahlias, astrantia, cosmos, sweet rocket |
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Ipomoea 'Carnival of Venice' (with bee) |
One floral success this year has been the striped Morning Glory 'Carnival of Venice'. I planted a few to climb through rose 'Gertrude Jekyll', and while the rose hasn't particularly benefitted from being swamped by its neighbour, 'C of V' is doing very well indeed. I hope I'll be able to save some seed from it.
Apples have just started to ripen enough to deal with any windfalls; a few apple tart slices went into the freezer today.
The mystery of last week's feathers seems to have been solved: some of the feathers further down the garden were darker coloured and I suspect the victim was a woodpigeon - perhaps a youngster, as there was a single juvenile around the other day and there are usually two in a brood. Might explain why so many of the feathers were white.
Another sign of summer's end is the arrival of a couple of our usual autumn visitors - a squirrel, after the hazelnuts, and a green woodpecker. This year's Woodie is in full adult plumage - usually it's a juvenile - and, as usual, he pretends to be after the ants in the lawn, but these are only a starter before the main course, which is apples in the cooking apple tree. There are plenty there, so I can't complain too much, Usuallly the surplus apples are kept to feed the blackbirds in the winter anyway,
Having said last week that I hadn't seen a meadow brown butterfly this summer, this week one - but only one - turned up on the borage. Or maybe it was a gatekeeper (they're very hard to tell apart). There's a good comparison of the two on this week's RSPB 'Homes for Wildlife' blog, so if I see it again I must take a closer look.