The garden is getting the better of me lately, especially the container plants, none of which seem happy at all.
The cucumber plant, which once showed great promise to produce the gherkin glut of my dreams, seems only produce tiny hints of cucumbers, which wither and die before becoming anything useful.
Meanwhile, the pumpkin vines are withering away, leaving me with cute little gourds for Halloween, but nothing I can turn into a pumpkin pie.
And what is with the sage, which was once so full of life, but has now been reduced to a few droopy leaves?
All of my container plants seem stricken by yellowed leaves and, at best, lacklustre produce. Such is not the case in the raised bed, where the tomatoes are thriving and the peppers are going strong.
There have been a few faint glimmers of hope from the containers, largely of the pepper variety. These jalapenos, though oddly stunted, still made for a delicious sweet heat when roasted whole with a bunch of aubergine, courgette, garlic and tomato.
And what is this? A strawberry hanging on for dear life?
A jar of homemade pickles to any kind soul who can explain to me my yellow leaves and shrivelled cucumbers. Anyone?