It was curious weather today, not excessively warm but very humid. Clammy.
Sun, then dark with thick cloud, then sun again. Blustery wind, then no wind, then wind again, all punctuated with scurrying showers.
With every gust, the chestnut trees fired conkers 60 feet to the ground, making the walk to the tool shed hazardous. 
I pulled out the beans and poles, the last of the sweet peas, and mopped up the mess of tomato plants we let run riot in the centre of the plot. In their unchecked exuberance they produced very little. I hoed the ground and picked up the damp rotting leaves.
I collected some salad leaves for supper, dropping in a bag for Allan (at home with a broken leg) on the way home.
04_10_2013
Howard Sooley
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