Summer's End

Last Saturday, we harvested our little garden.

We had 2 peas and 5 apples (2 are still left, 3 went straight into an apple pie...).

And some buckets of red grapes which we immediately strained to gain 6 litres of fine sweet red juice.
I put aside some juice for jelly, then we added some freezed-dried yeast and sugar to the remaining, and it began to bubble its way to a homemade wine in our cellar (ha, ha: okay, in the basement, near the central-heating boiler) on the same evening.

Then we remembered that we hadn't even siphoned last year's wine to smaller bottles. In fact, the water-filled plug that should keep fruit-flies etc. away, had run dry and I expected to find vinegar instead of wine...
But we were lucky - and very surprised, because it turned out that the wine had developed wonderfully, producing the smell and taste of an old white port wine :-)

And I just had to throw away the remnants of another late summer's greeting yesterday: This year's last two roses. I discovered them behind a bush, were they would have withered unwitnessed. I really cherished those blossoms; even the buds opened!