In the garden, on a warm late-afternoon, i was pottering. Just pulling some of the weeds, picking caterpillars off the purple-sprouting broccoli etc. As i brushed past the sweet peas, their scent was that of the warmest summer day. Their blousy petals blowing gently in the hazy afternoon breeze. The Cerynth's deep blue and violet flowers, hidden amongst the mottled-green leaves. There was no noise but what was being said in my head, no sounds save for the odd bird singing, or dog barking in the neighbours garden.
A ripe pea pod hung on it's cradled stalk, waiting to be picked. Which i did. I ate it straight off the plant, it was sweet beyond belief, even the pod (they are a completely edible type of pea). It tasted good because i remembered planting those seeds, and watching hopefully, as the little pea plants grew.
The sweetcorn are large, not as large as some, but now they have finished 'flowering' they will be producing the cobs ready for late september. I can feel Autumn in the air, Summer makes way for her, the nips in the air, the berries ripe for picking. We can all enjoy the fruits of our labour.


[our peas!]


[peas again]


[tomatoes]


[moth-eaten (or should i say caterpillar eaten) purple sprouting broccoli]


[our sweetcorn with it's 'flower']


[Cerynth]