Nearly every day my husband brings back another punnet of blackberries from the allotment.
They turn this colour when you cook them with sugar..
Like the colour of this Acer tree gracing the beautiful gardens at Killerton House,
where we walked this evening - a sharp wind blowing, blurring my photos - a sad end-of-summer feeling threading through the fading herbaceous borders....
I spent this morning in the kitchen - roasting tomato quarters with basil and garlic and making two blackberry and apple crumbles. One for Sunday - lunch with friends after sharing a family constellation. And one for tomorrow - to take to a party in Weston -Super- Mare in honour of my amazing aunty who is 100 years old. Still gracing her huge extended family with the brightness of her blue eyes and the unfailing kindness of her heart.