a reprise.........or just late!

Where has this month gone? the sometimes balmy days, the whirling wheels of the suitcases of arriving and departing guests, the gentle twilight evenings to sit in the courtyard listening to the horses snorting beyond the garden. When did I look up and see the first tender droplets of dew on the guests parked cars, the first berries slowly ripening in the hedgerow or hear the grass hoppers begin to sing into the night. When indeed did August start to slip away with Autumn approaching like the last days of ravaged youth. Yet still, as august is drawing to a close wrapping us in a womb like mist which only the sound of the waves breaking on the beach beyond Perranuthnoe penetrates........................................



A Cardoon in the gravel border feeding a tiny bee



The ripening apples in our tiny orchard

The shadows under the Olive trees behind the italian garden

The figs ripening beside the courtyard

Oliver Cat - official reception and Farmhouse Cat enjoying basking in the sunshine



with Wilbur, official invisible moggie, discreetly adopting a less prominent position in the herb garden

All is well at Ednovean Farm!