New seasons

I seem to be stuck in some kind of limbo between summer and autumn. It is darker when I get up and arrive home from work, and Fiz has stopped laying eggs, so I would have thought it was now autunn.

But tell that to the chilli and cucumber plants in our spare room:

 I know it doesn't look much like a cucumber, but that is the plant I grew!

I even have tomato plants that are still outside that are still producing fruit.

I think I will look at the animals for an answer though. Beth takes longer to get up now, waiting for full light before she ventures out onto dew laiden grass. And in the evening, she isn't happy until she is covered up by her duvet!

Smiley, our cat, has hardly been seen throughout the summer, spending most of it lay on top of the wheelie bin in the sun. Now he is perched on a kitchen stool most of the day and night, making a blanket out of Beth's doggy towel that was left there to dry.

At the weekend, I am venturing out to the allotment. The bags of chicken manure are piling up at home, so I am going to find the muck heap I made at the allotment, which is currently hidden by brambles. There should be an abundance of cooking apples ready for picking as well, so I will need to get motivated and cook some pies and crumbles.