Something tells me it’s Autumn. I know it, my lane knows it and the birds know it. They have quite a banquet laid out for them.

Some of these were very difficult to capture. I think I got the last bunch of hazelnuts before the psycho squirrels made off with them. And I failed entirely to snap any rowanberries, since the blackbirds demolished them a month ago.

No ash keys. No sign of any ash keys at all, which is odd as my main preoccupation in the garden is removing ash saplings. I know ash trees are decidedly non-binary, but it is a little odd that every one of the twenty-one ash trees in my lane has decided to self-identify as a male this year.

The birds are keener on…