I had been carefully husbanding a row of rosehips, waiting for them to turn this colour before taking their picture by dawn light...they belong to the New Dawn. But this evening I saw that they were gone! About a dozen of them. Bitten off. And then I saw a squirrel walking away over the roof. Walking, not running. I'm kind of glad he was eating them...it seems a natural sort of thing for a Brooklyn-born squirrel to be doing. But no picture.
The fennel flowers have almost all set seed and I will collect it for rubbing into a pork shoulder with lemon zest and garlic.
Below, a self-sown autumn clematis. The parent was probably the plant I took out three years ago after it threatened to take over the world. This one escaped my attention and made its way up the New Dawn.
And figs, almost the last of the 2009 crop.
Picking them I bruised a couple by accident and almost dislocated a shoulder: it's long stretch! Stand on a chair, lean over the barbecue, don't push the pot off the edge...
I admired them for a while, thinking about the miracle of the fruit from the little tree that looks like dry sticks through winter.
And then I ate them.