Wednesday, 25 August 2010
Mists and mellow fruitfulness.
Sing a song of sixpence,
a pocket full of rye.
Four and twenty blackbirds
baked in a pie!
If anyone fancies baking a blackbird pie then I can supply enough blackbirds! I am not feeling charitable towards them this morning - although by lunch time the feeling will have gone off and I shall love them again - for their chirpiness and for their wonderful song. But at the moment they are not top of my list. Why?
Well - Autumn is really here in the Yorkshire Dales - of that there is no doubt. In the morning the fields are silver with dew and the goassamer of the spiders; in the evening there is a sharp chill in the air; the berries are all ripening and hanging red on the trees? Pardon? Did I just say that? Well correction......
...yesterday our Mountain Ash (rowan) tree was absolutely festooned with orange berries, the best it has ever been. At about two o'clock a small flock of blackbirds descended and as I drove out of the yard to drive to Hawes up the dale they were swinging about in the tree and popping orange berries into their beaks as thought there was no tomorrow. When I came back two hours later there was not one single berry left! How come that the wild rowan tree about one hundred yards up the lane is still festooned with berries and will be until the fieldfares come? Is there no justice - and the farmer spends a fortune on bird food for our wild birds.
I have just posted a few shots of Autumn happenings. As far as the plum tree is concerned - it is so laden with fruit that some of the branches are touching the ground. My two freezers are full of raspberries, strawberries, peas, runner beans, broad beans, gooseberries and courgettes out of the garden - so now I must pop into Leyburn and buy the ingredients for plum chutney and sugar for plum jam. Guess what I am going to be doing for the rest of the day?