Autumn is coming fast this year; the first leaves are turning showing bright reds or dull browns. The night are rather cool so that I have no hope left of getting any more tomatoes or paprika, which as usual grow on the south side of the house as I have no green house. Although this is the most protected place in the garden, it has been too cool and wet all summer, the plants being torn by sharp gales and pressed down by strong rains so that I could only get a few meagre fruits from them. The remaining green ones I will have to take into the house and hope that they will ripen there. At least they will look decorative on my window sill.
The fields behind the house have just been plowed leaving a wet, earthy scent in the air — our daughter even said it reminded her of winter! (I object to even thinking of that yet.)
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