It really feels like Autumn is upon us here at the Welsh Hovel. I am wearing a coat indoors as we battle not to switch on the heating or to start using up the wood stored in my shed, in the wood burning stove.With the Met office warning us again about what a hot year 2025 has been, we really could do with a touch of global warming here in Wrexham.
In the garden I try to harvest something every day. Last night home grown beetroot, tomatoes and a chilli were part of the evening meal. We still have some beetroot, tomatoes, potatoes and marrows to harvest and eat as we go along. And, triumph of all triumphs, my square of sweetcorn is set to yield its first corn. Hooray!
Half way through September we still have apples to harvest to turn into frozen stewed apple for Autumn breakfasts and into Juice now bottled, as you can see below, and stored in my new extra fridge.
Joshua says there are still blackberries by his Chapel which we should forage and flash freeze for Autumn crumbles with the apples stored on the rack and there is a last burst of rhubarb to pick and freeze as well. There is also lavender to harvest for cordial and to hang and dry in the kitchen to make it smell even more comforting and, eventually, to put into lavender bags for Father Christmas to hand out.
At the other end of the spectrum, if it was not so bloody cold, my Christmas potatoes are chitted and need planting. I fear that I must brave the global warming and venture out to do that this week. And there are branches of dried wood to collect all along the river which I can add to my store lest the winter is, as I fear, longer ad colder than the hapless Met Office predicts.
