I was out in the garden pruning a plum tree, tidying up the virginia creeper and collecting the last of the raspberries. I’ve always loved the way the green leaves on the virginia creeper change to red and gold so had to plant one when we moved down here from London.
When we were young we had to rub red apples until they shone and dress baskets of apples with strands of Virginia creeper for a harvest festival feel to Grandpa’s fruit shop, which was round the corner from Goodge Street.
But today it seems like the last call of summer, one sleepy bee on the silken threads of an artichoke and the sunset seeming to burn the sea.
Ann Perrin 