Singing the end-of-summertime blues

August has a reputation among followers of the natural world for being something of a non-event, but, with a sickle in his hand, John Lewis-Stempel is granted a glimpse of a magical underworld in a field of ripe wheat

FOR JOHN KEATS, AUTUMN WAS THE SEASON OF MISTS AND MELLOW FRUITFULNESS. HERE, THE COUNTRY LIVING TEAM AND FRIENDS HIGHLIGHT WHAT THIS TIME OF YEAR MEANS TO THEM – FROM CRAFTING WREATHS TO BOTTLING SLOE GIN

On urgency, impulsivity, and the joy of unexpected recklessness

It may be September but there’s plenty of life in the garden yet!

After summer’s golden show, gardener Poppy Okotcha surrenders to the slumbering wind-down of autumn in the second of our seasonal celebrations

F rom the top of the highest peak ...