For the first time since early, early spring, we’ve had a real, 24-hour soaker of a rain. Fog, mist, drizzle, rain, downpour, lightning and thunder were our lot yesterday. Glorious!
Wishetwurra Farm got bucketsful.
Newly-sown oats and tillage radishes have leapt from the earth.
We’ve been picking beach plums from the bushes out back.
We’ve been putting up applesauce, and making relish. We made a test batch of this relish last year. It was eaten up so quickly that this year we’re making twice as much.
During a lull in the rain yesterday I took a barefoot walk into town and back.
I stopped to admire the big old tulip tree in the yard of Mrs. Marshall’s old house.
In the Rosenthal’s yard at the end of Music Street, horse chestnut leaves have turned fall-brown. They’re always the first to color up. Soon the husks will open and drop their brown marbled contents.
The season is changing.