Unless you want to see wall-to-wall white cosmos or arty shots of colourful leaves drifting silently to the ground, you’re stuck with what I’ve been able to scrape from the bottom of the gardening barrel, which isn’t much (and some isn’t even from my garden). But they are all I have to show for this week’s Six on Saturday hosted by The Propagator.

Raspberry ‘Yummy’ is still bearing fruit in mid-October (of which two were eaten by me literally the minute the shutter had clicked); which still begs the question – is it summer or autumn fruiting, and when should I prune it?

Last year, I moved the remaining two heuchera from the front border to the shadier back border next to Compost Corner. After ‘Berry Smoothie’ grew too long and leggy, I took a chance and chopped the top off. New growth appeared and I nurtured it along under a mini cloche. It’s still there, but hasn’t grown, so it’s time to sink or swim. ‘Marmalade’ is doing well.

The astilbes that I chopped down to ground level last month, now have new growth and the self-seeded aquilegias are making their thuggish presence felt.

After my complete failure to grow winter salad crops last year, I am trying again with Claytonia, aka Winter purslane, aka Miner’s lettuce. This time sown earlier and outside, repurposing one of the pots (and compost) I grew tomatoes in.

A deviation from our normal walking route and time, due to road works on ‘our’ lane. Following the unadopted road on the other side of the field at the back of the house allowed me to update the ‘tree’ photos. Yes, they are still here!

The road eventually leads to a footpath that borders a nature reserve in a disused gravel pit (not the same one as the allotments). We followed the path, noting changes since we last walked this way. Hawthorn and other saplings have been planted on both sides and are starting to form a leafy arch overhead. Berries were plentiful, as were these sloes. I adore Sloe Gin, but have neither the time nor inclination to make my own.

Wishing everyone a peaceful and relaxing weekend. Whatever your plans, take time to sit and admire your gardens – large or small – resist, for the moment, that urge to prune a branch or weed a path. Listen. Breathe. Relax.