Eternal life. Phacelia tanacetifolia grew on this area of the allotment and self-seeded. Under a tarpaulin under a wheel barrow a few of the seeds were exposed to light and water where the tarp was torn. That was enough for them to germinate. 

 

England's green and pleasant land is green again. 

 

Misty morning.

 

Shall I call this picture "Indian Summer" or "Autumn" ?

 

 As expected it was farewell to the venerable Mulberry tree at the music school. When it half fell over in a storm last month it was a foregone conclusion I'm afraid. [see entry dated 30th. August]

 Looking at the exposed stump the core had become quite rotten. Trees can survive with a mixture of living and dead wood to some extent but there are limits. Thick strands within the rotted wood show that mycelium have been at work. There is life within decay.

 Nonetheless hope springs eternal. I took a number of cuttings which I've potted up with the aim of propagating new life from old.

 

 After the drought and the heatwaves autumn has become a mini growing season: some rain, still sunny, and warm rather than baking. For example Musk Mallow flowers in early summer and wilted in the heat but has been coaxed back into flower here and there. 

 

Conservation grazing has become a familiar sight in nature reserves.