I've been protecting my crops against hard weather, forecast for the weekend. But my, how deceptively mild it has been today. At the moment, it is about four pm on a sunny afternoon, my garden thermometer reads 16 degrees. Sitting against a south facing wall and protected from a light east wind is delightful.
But I fully expect temperatures to plummet by the end of the week. In the nick of time, I am bringing in the delicate plants, protecting my seed crops and slowly clearing away spent vegetation.
There's something very cosy about huddling the pots together, wrapping fleece over the vulnerable seedlings and popping the lids onto cloches.
I've had to cut the Chinese broccoli right back so that it fits under the fleece.
The wisteria is turning colour, the last sweet peas and nasturtiums are in flower. Everything is awaiting winter.
But the soil is still deliciously warm, and this damp weather is brilliant for seeds. I see mysterious and familiar green shoots everywhere. Did I really sew pak choi amongst the garlic?
This is the time of year for record keeping and planning. I've already sewed onions in the wrong quarter! But no matter. There is some serendipity allowed on the rooftop veg plot.