I had my head down in row of turnips today.
It suddenly occurred to me that for the first time in a long time, I couldn't hear the swallows shouting as they swooped above me. They've gone.
Coupled with the fact that there's now more brown mud on the plot than green leaves, & that last night we had our first fire; Winter is coming.
It's not a bad time though - gives me plenty of time to plan what's going where next year, so that I don't follow the same route as I did this year & squeezed everything into every available space. More order, less disorder.
D.
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