The first frost hit the garden last week and the trees have suddenly changed colour. You can’t tell from the above, but the garden was littered with leaves prior to me running the lawn mower over the grass for what will be one of the last times this year. The damp nights have made the grass green and lush and the grass seed planted a few weeks ago is sprouting, helping to recover the few bald spots we have on the lawn. Alex helped gather the leaves from under our catalpa tree which will shed huge amounts of leaves in the coming weeks, along with its long bean shaped seed pods.
A short barrow trip across the garden to the bonfire pile where various mixed greenery has been left to rot and dry out over the last few weeks. The leaves have not began to fall in earnest yet, so this really is the beginning…
Dusk arrived, a match was lit and the marshmallows brought out of the cupboard. A few little friends ambled over from the other side of the road and the toasting began. The evening was relatively warm and mosquito free – the perfect conditions for messing around in the garden until after dark. These are the type of evenings I remember myself from childhood – dangling sticks over a bonfire never gets boring when you’re 5 years old.
Is there anything more satisfying than pulling a freshly grilled sticky marshmallow off a willow stick with your teeth? As these photographs show, probably not.