Today is the Harvest Festival at Elsa's school. Because we can't get there, we thought we'd have a harvest festival of our own in the garden. We've been picking apples from the trees we planted four years ago, mostly giant bramleys and my favourite cox's orange pippin. Such a delicious apple :: a perfect balance of sweet and tart. I think I need to plant another tree so we can have plenty more to eat.
With only a few big bramelys, there will be enough for apple pie for dinner tonight. Bolstered perhaps with a few juicy blackberries that grow wild in the corners of the garden, which we naughtily neglect to control. Much to the neighbours disapproval I'm sure.
In another corner of the garden, there sits an unruly collection of found, recycled, scavenged and reused timber, pallets, wires, kitchen cupboards and a wire door for the new chook house our friend Pete is building. With a big new chook palace, I'll be off to the poultry fanciers sale in April to find some new girls to enhance our flock.