It’s Hallowe’en and at our favourite coffee shop the young baristas have been carving pumpkins.
The Autumn leaves get better and better with their beautiful colours.

Our local knitter has been busy again. Here’s the latest delightful topper .
Dark skies this morning and sunbeams lit up the lichen on the ash tree and made the chimneys across the road glow golden. 
My time at Roots today was spent potting on the growing asparagus plants. They are doing really well but I forgot to take any photos. As I left, I spotted a tiny snail on my car. I carefully lifted it off and put it in the hedge. (It’s muddy at Roots!)
Saturday morning in town, the sun was shining and some leaves on the tree I’m watching are still holding on. 
I’ve chosen another selection of the posters that hide our closed post office for you to see. They certainly brighten up that corner and give out positive messages about our town. 
And today, the sun shone again and the wind had died down so we went to Trelissick Gardens and had a lovely stroll around with the warmth of the sun on us. The view over The Carrick Roads was, as always, beautiful and a new doorway had appeared, leading through to the historic walled garden. You may not be able to read the blackboard – it explains that they are going to replant the walled garden with fruit and vegetables again, a wonderfully positive project that we will follow with interest.

Walking back from town after coffee with a dear friend, I came up Church Lane and spotted a couple of treasures among the gorgeous autumn leaves.
It’s the Forgettable Moments I Miss
I want to be in the garden
with you again,
hands in the dirt,
maybe listening
to cottonwood leaves
spreading rumors
of fall, but maybe
not even listening.
I want a moment
so mundane, just
pulling bindweed,
nodding and humming absently
as you talk about race cars,
a moment so unmemorable
I forget how damn precious
every single moment is;
I want a moment I take
for granted, want to
be bored or even fussy
standing beside you,
the beets too small
to harvest, your voice
rambling on about pole positions
and pit stop strategies,
and me utterly clueless
I would ever look back
and long to hear you
wax on about balancing fuel loads,
worn tires, soft compounds,
anything, anything at all.—Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
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There were lots of gaudy orange fungi on the paths between the beetroots today, not sure what they are. I’ve looked here but not managed to id them. It’s good to see some veggies almost ready to eat and other tiny ones being planted out in the poly tunnel.
We went to Porthtowan at low tide this afternoon for my lovely Mr S to have a walk in the restorative sea air.
Just see the rainbows in this sea foam that came in on every wave as the sun came out and the tide turned.