Adrian rediscovered a stack of baby books in the basement and brought them up for reading.

The planting I worked on this summer turned out a great success, better than I had hoped. All the plants rooted themselves well and grew lush and big; several of them bloomed. The one exception was the Epimedium which look as small and weak as they did when I planted them. (That’s why the edge nearest the stairs looks so bare.)

The tomatoes I’ve already written about; despite the unpruned tangle they grew into, they’ve borne masses of lovely sweet, juicy fruit.

The broccoli on the other hand have been a total and utter failure. Apparently broccoli needs more than just soil, sun and water. This is the result:

Adrian on the garden swing: “Look, I’m a bird!”
Apparently totally unbothered about walking around in cold wet grass in sock feet.

Autumn leaves late at night.

I had an unexpected 20-minute break before Ingrid’s riding lesson, with a camera in my hands but no inspiration in my head. Adrian helpfully suggested some subjects: muddy ground…

… bales of straw …

… a big round sign with the logo of the riding school …

… and a row of white-painted stones marking the edge of a road.

Lego and more Lego.