Summer may be over but not before there is a final glut of produce that would be welcome at any harvest festival. From brightly coloured squash, to waxy patty pans, and the last of the beetroot and radishes. 

While we were photographing our late summer haul, Saunders started quoting George Eliot at me:

"Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns."

Yes, really. Who knew he has a secret penchant for seasonal poetry? While he may be having a funny turn, it is true that the beginning of autumn still means plenty of beautiful produce as pictured below.

If you fancy more autumn poetry while you peruse the photos below, Saunders would like to direct you here or here.