It’s September, and, with its usual regularity, the weather has changed and it begins to feel quite autumnal. We’ve had a few storms recently, which have brought down yet more windfalls.
Fortunately the neighbour’s pigs seem to be happy to eat at least some of them. It seems in slightly bad taste – a bit like fattening baby lambs on rosemary and mint – but perhaps it’s only the UK where pork is eaten with apple sauce.
A few days ago I could have posted:
the dull thud of windfalls
But now it’s more a question of:
down in the orchard with the apple rot
putrescence of figs
The latter is a pity, as they were only just beginning to ripen and now they will be mostly spoiled. And there is little that’s quite so nasty and slippery as a mess of putrid figs on the path.