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By Madai the Labrador - 1st September 2017 8:00am
Best of all since I've been away the maize cobs have grown and the apples and pears have started to drop. I'm a very keen gardener at this time of year — its important to keep the grass clear of fruit as otherwise it rots and spoils the lawn. I can also stand on my back legs to pick plums! Wasps have the same idea as I do about fruit, but they have a bad attitude, and take it from me that they don't taste good! I don't think they hear very well either when I try to tell them that the fruit is mine.
Anyway you are probably wondering about the French reference in this month's blog: my man-person has got excited about galls on oak trees and has taken to photographing them when I take him out for a walk. A bit quercky (the misspelling is his idea of a bad pun, I let him put that in to keep him quiet, prize to the first reader who contacts him with the correct explanation). I also said he could put some pictures in my blog so here are some we saw today, artichoke gall, marble gall and knopper galls.
Madai — your rovering reporter
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