By the craggy hillside,
through the mosses bare,
they have planted thorn trees
For pleasure here and there,
Is any man so daring,
As dig them up in spite
He shall find their sharpest thorns
In his bed at night.
The Woodland Trust has put out a survey for what is happening in Autumn, leaves changing, ripening of berries and how the birds change. Our swallows seem to have gone for instance. Looking up recipes for cooking hawthorn berries, one is a chutney, the other a jelly. Reminds me of the quince jelly my first mother-in-law used to make, sweet/sour and a gorgeous colour..
Here is the holly bush behind the fence full of green berries, wonder if there will be any left for xmas?
Then there is the news of another 'escapee', this time a socialist has escaped the binds of 'New Labour', apart from the 'woe and betiders', there are many, including myself who rejoice at this unexpected turn of events. Go get them Corbyn ;)