Seasons of Mist and Mellow Fruitfulness

Hi folks,

"Seasons of mist and mellow fruitfulness.....,"

The heating came on by itself yesterday morning for the second time in a month.  As the thermostat is set to only 12°, the mornings must be getting colder.  I know the evenings certainly are because I'm closing windows earlier now too and it's becoming dark by 7.30pm. I have never minded the slow slide into Autumn with the welcome coolness after a stunningly  warm Summer, the bounty from the gardens, the reds and gold of Autumn leaves.... As a schoolgirl, I always loved the poem Ode to Autumn by John Keats, he summed the feeling up perfectly and reading it never fails to give me a warm glow and a frisson of excitement knowing that Christmas will be coming before the damp and miserable days of the new year.
A lovely neighbour gave me a bag containing these...

They are all home grown and look delicious. Does anyone know if the yellow pepper is Scotch Bonnet?  The grower didn't know but I suspect it might be.  I ate the cherry tomatoes with my lunchtime sandwich but what to use the chillies and pepper for, I ask myself....

I was also given these

The plum loaf was a gift for looking after a neighbour's home whilst they were on holiday and the tin of spam, a gift from Father in Law.  Bleurgh to the spam (hubby likes it on work sarnies) but yum to the loaf!  It's always nice to have free food :-)


Thanks for popping in x