Gardening can be an overwhelmingly seasonal experience. While balmy summer evenings may entice me out of the house to pick tomatoes in my underwear at 3am, absolutely sod all is capable of getting me outside for more than five minutes in this dead of winter. Remarkably however when spring approaches, the urge to emerge from my hole and attend to the new growth is reliable and overwhelming. For the time being it is necessary to be content snapping the odd photo of impending or well established states of plant dormancy. Apples seem to take their sweet time dropping their leaves for winter. Here we are at the start of july and they're only just starting to turn! The colours are well worth the wait, particularly the deep purple on the Pomme de Neige. Curiously the bare rooted apples on sale in nurseries have already dropped all their leaves. Maybe its where they grow them, maybe they "encourage them" somehow. The weirdest thing happening in the apple orchard is the disturbing winter apples that have formed on the Summer Strawberry. Not content with flowering in spring and exceeding all expectations with its first crop, this plucky little tree went on to flower again in late summer and produce a small clutch of winter apples (I think its clutch). How big will they get? Who knows. Is it a bad omen? Probably. Its certainly unwholesome.