
7.45 a.m. 17 September. Anyone watching me as I climbed up to the garden on the Friday morning when these pictures were taken would have been fully justified in thinking I was indeed a suitable case as I flailed my arms before me in Spotty Dog fashion. Hardy gardeners among you will know, of course, that the reason behind this bizarre behaviour is the time of year and the propensity for spiders of all shapes and sizes to spin their tiny, almost invisible stands from one side of every singe pathway to the other. As well as between plants, in open doorways, from window frames ... I could go on. My arms therefore clear the way ahead avoiding that slightly worrying feeling of being caught fly-like in a web. There's always the one that I forget though, usually a very fine and intricate one spun between tomato plant leaves that gets me as I bend for that oh so enticing last little fruit. Or the ones that appear (or not!) across the open greenhouse door - just when I stop being Spotty Dog and instead arm myself with a watering can, it gets me right on the newly shampooed hair. This time lasts only for a short while and even this morning, chilly and damp as it was, there was little need for any flailing as I climbed to the top garden. Instead the spiders all seemed to have decamped to the summerhouse to find shelter amongst the floor cushions. So it was out with the broom and a brisk brushing sorted that out, at least for this morning.Asters are the predominant blooms in the garden at the moment; they are the late summer/autumn equivalent of forget-me-knots for us, carpeting large areas as they do. I can happily uproot any that are in the wrong place, safe in the knowledge that more will spring up elsewhere. The star of the flower bed however has to be the Kaffir Lily, now blooming in striking Barbie pink - for which you'll have to take my word since I didn't have my camera with me and it's now raining so I don't intend to return aloft today! I'm very pleased too to discover that the broccoli plants I've kind of nurtured (or was it planted and then totally left to their own devices?) are, at last, beginning to actually sprout little purple bits. I will let you know if we get enough to eat - would make a nice change from tomatoes and courgettes.
