Here's a still life, because where there's still life there's still hope.
Some if it was scrumped, some otherwise serendipitously acquired, some just bought. Scrumped included the medlar, which is useless since it is not yet bletted. I thought I had found the last word on medlars here,(and the source of another wonderful and enriching on-line friendship), but then there was this post at twisted rib just the other day, which is amazing and hilarious and somewhat filthy and in places oh so right (DHL, looking at you and it's true I'm afraid even though you did write Bavarian Gentians, and The Song of a Man who has Come Through, and Shadows ...)
Then there was this fellow who came and alighted in the eucalyptus and shouted and yaffled 'IT'S GOING TO RAIN!!!' for a full couple of minutes before flying off and he was right, it did.
And now I really must go to bed.