The Year is Turning

In the last few days the clues that tell you that year is turning are adding up. Firstly we have had the Statues Fair in Ashby. A fair comes to town about the second weekend in September for four days. They set up the length of Market Street, arriving overnight Thursday. On day the street is a busy thoroughfare the next it is a Fair. It stays like that until the Sunday night where upon it disappears for another year.


Another clue is the thick mists associated with the slow moving high pressure zones at this time of year. The fog, it is thicker than a mist, burns off when the sun gets going but not until at least 10.30 or 11am. The overnight temperature is beginning to drop. The leaves of the Pumpkins are susceptible to the cold and very soon start to wither revealing the orange pumpkins that have been growing in the shade of the leaves. It is a bit of a surprise as what you get in the Pumpkin line. Often you get more than you think because one is lurking and you have missed it when checking the plants. Same goes for the French beans except the pods are green. All of a sudden the bean frame is covered with pods that were invisible a few weeks ago.

The final clues is the pleading from the females of the house that it is cold in the evenings. H's nose is the barometer. When it is cold she tries to stick it in my neck to warm it up. I always try to hold out starting the boiler until the 1st of October but it is a vain hope.