Autumn is perfect.
This is the sort of month I'd like to live over and over again, gentle sunlight all blue and gold and deep purple shadows and the fruit contentedly sitting on the trees, not ripening and falling and rotting as it does in mid summer, so you're frantic to catch up with it. April is a civilised month, when crops. . . . I wish we had a freezer, but we don't, basically because we don't have room to put it anywhere, and after all, there's fruit and veg gluts of just about something all year, and there's a limit to what two people can eat. Some time or other we'll get round to throwing them in the compost. But I promise - the answers are in the books, somewhere.