So - are you gonna kick it, or what?

This afternoon I took the dog for a  walk, then left him in the garden while I went back out picking brambles.  I came home with another 4lbs, which is just amazing.  I only walked about 500 yards from the end of my street.  I've never seen such a heavy crop, and there are still a huge amount to ripen.

When I got back I had a wee potter in the back garden, looking at the ruined borders where everything is collapsing, and desperately needing cut back now.  Still, the smell of aniseed from the fennel is so lovely, that I really can't bring myself to chop it all up yet. 

Rocky brought me the ball, and dumped it at my be-wellingtoned feet, then stared at me in a silent challenge; the message was clear.