Fennel Time

The autumn task of the day was to take down the sweet peas and the wigwams they were climbing on. There were still lots of flowers on them though their weight and recent gales meant the wigwams had lost any sense of the vertical. The annual bedding around the wigwams had to go too. There is now a clear space for something.

As I untwined the wires holding the wigwam up, I kept brushing against the fennel which released a wonderful aniseed scent. It looked glorious against the pale blue evening sky.