November 17th
To the sound of the village church bells I rake and sweep and bundle leaves into the wheelbarrow.
It seems a hopeless task but, after an hour or so, I have made progress and the lawn has just a light sprinkling of orange and yellow wafers lying uncollected.
Enough for now. I will go and collect the rich “mole earth “for future potting of plants, bulbs and seedlings.
ON WITH THE Work as the bells begin again. English village life in the autumn.