Each morning, as soon as I rise, I walk the garden. I have done so for the last nine years.
It gives me time to think about the day ahead. To see and absorb all that is around me.
The copse is the most magical place in this garden, and is almost, almost, like a secret garden.
It improves each year.......and still has secrets, some I will never know.
I love the fact that it is natural. It has been left to tell it's own story. I love to sit amongst the trees and listen.
Today I was in for a surprise. The medlar tree left a message.
As I climbed the stairs to the tree house I notice Medlars on the deck.
Ripe Medlars that the wind had brought down. It looks as though the birds have been enjoying them.
Walking back into the copse I did find one, just one, on the woodland floor. I would not say it is the most appealing fruit in the world but I was certainly going to try it. On my travels I have eaten worse :)
I opened the fruit and scooped out the bletted flesh with a small spoon. I smelt it....smelt quite nice. The fruit is slightly gritty, only slightly. It tastes of stewed apples, a dash of spice, and has a lovely zing to it. I like it, I like it a lot. I managed to salvage four seeds from this fruit and shall try growing a Medlar. If anyone would like a seed let me know. Cannot promise you will get one, as the Medlars on the deck were minus seeds, so something is obviously eating them.
There is a strong gusty wind today.......torrential rain is expected. I think it might rain Medlars tonight :)