Ash Tomatoes?

Some people never learn.
It would appear that I am one of them.
After yesterday's escapades with the laundry, you would have thought I would have learnt my lesson, but no. Having caught up with the bedding and towels I decided to try my luck with the clothing.
Imagine my total delight, when I discovered that in one day DH had consigned two of his new tops to the washing. Admittedly, the one he wore on the smouldering allotment was a tad smelly, but I am not sure being worn for a couple of hours in a ringing chamber qualified the second top for the wash.
When DH realised that I was doing more laundry, he did a progress check on his new clothing.
"Did you find my new tops in the wash basket?"
"Yes, I was doubly blessed."
"Good, cos I shall need one tomorrow. It will be dry by then, won't it...?
I wanted him to like the new clothing, but this was getting a bit intense!

It was a beautiful October afternoon. 

Despite having a sermon to finish, the computer to set up, 

and a thousand and one other jobs to do, 

the KHT and I decided to go for a walk, 

as there were some items that required delivering.

As we wandered down the road I silently wondered how many trees she could identify. 

As if she read my mind she suddenly piped up

"That tree is a beech." 

In case you are wondering, it certainly was.

The KHT then correctly identified the subsequent tree as well, but I cannot remember what that one was. 

Her face lit up with delight as she regarded the next one.

"We used to have one of these back at our old house!" she recalled fondly.

"Do you remember where in the garden it was?"

"Yes, it was by the deck."

She was correct.

There had been a similar tree at the very top of the garden.

"Is it an ash?" she asked.

"No, but the leaves are similar. Look at the berries..."

"Ash tomatoes!" she declared.

"It's a rowan, and those are rowan berries."

We paused to read the sign outside a shop, before heading off in search of bears and other Pokemon characters,

When we were almost home we diverted to see DH on his allotment, 

and admire the reconstructed polytunnel

which had been damaged during one of the recent storms.

DH loves spending time on his allotment. 

It is like a real-life version of Farmville, 

but he can harvest his own crops, 

instead of nagging me to!

This was the view from the topless fruit cage, which is also currently undergoing repairs.

We left him weeding around his gooseberries, whilst I returned to wrestle with this week's thorny topic - the Garden of Eden, as I gazed out over our autumnal garden. 

The garden furniture has migrated from the lawn to the patio.

A vase of honesty seed heads has been placed upon it. 

As I gazed at the sun shining through the translucent seedheads, 

it occurred to me that it was as if the smoke from the bonfires had returned to haunt me once more.

There are pockets of paradise to be found.

We are surrounded by beauty. 

Although I lament the passing of summer, 

I have to admit that autumn is an incredibly beautiful season.