But - it feels like it is wet all the time.
Even if the rain is not falling the grass is sodden.
And the leaves are going autumnal - these belong to our Hanky Tree (Davidia).
The ash trees - last to leave and early to go - are yellowing, the conker is also on its way out as are the beech.
The last fruit has fallen off the fig - I have just trodden on it by mistake.
In then veg garden the caterpillars are still chomping on the broccoli. I do dislike the squish of a squashed small white caterpillar. I just throw the bugger stuff as far as possible.
Some of the leeks are bolting which gives the centre of the plant a hard flower stem.
The parsley by the sweet peas has competed well with the flowers five feet off the ground. It is the flat-leaved variety.
In the hedge the rowan and the guelder rose - seen here
- are bearing a load of fruit.
The haws on the quickthorn down the track are abundant. This is supposed to mean a cold winter.
I am sure the small birds had enough last year.
I saw a report in the paper today that 50% of the gardens in the RSPB survey showed the presence of hedgehogs. I am sure we have an ideal environment for them but ne'er a one have I spied.
If I keep typing long enough I can avoid having to plant the huge sack of daffodils which has arrived.
Time for another cuppa.