Isolde's Garden | a (long) good bye | Fall

We hear loud strokes of hammer. Isolde moves faster.

Her eldest brother and his wife come to help her to tear down 

her garden hut. The building authority of Hamburg hasn't renew the lease, 

so Isolde (and her twin brother) shall leave this most beautiful place...
the garden hut has to be remove.

My heart sinks

Plank for plank ends in the fire. In the meantime, while waiting
for Isolde's twin brother, we take a little rest under the apple tree and
have some delicious food.

We rescue some pretty apples from a tree,
in case the old Lady hut will sink in that direction... but

'half drawn, half sunk'

 Photo by Isolde M. L.

  

I find an abandoned wasps' nest under the roofing felt. Isn't it beautiful?

How sad it is, but, that working together, 

the physical exercise, hand in hand, outside with best weather, 

heaven full of apples, makes happy, too. And it opens the way 

for a new place to be, to find a new refuge, hopefully.

Same at Ch.'s (you'll find pics here from a few weeks ago)

So,

there is still a lot to do, e.g. to dig plenty of plants out

 like black currants and jostaberries, roses and irises. a.s.o.

At home in the Castle at the Eisenbach I add my 

harvest and have now a colorful still life with fruits... 

I bake an apple crumble with spelt flour and 

the russets (see above, left), after a recipe of Isolde. 

 A pure harvest festival! Thank you, Dear! in many ways.

Love, Ariane. Rose