THIS has been rather a good year for the admirer of garden fruits of every kind, due, no doubt, to the exceptional weather in August. I was recently travelling in Yorkshire, where I witnessed the bumper crop of cordon apples in the kitchen garden at Nostell Priory and the arresting sight of elegantly ripe passion fruit on a garden wall in Hull. As this was a fruit I often enjoyed eating from the garden fence in rural Zambia as a boy, this naturally gave me pause for thought on several fronts.
The garden in autumn is always full of fruits of many forms, whether from trees, shrubs or herbaceous perennials. This is one of the endless list of minor pleasures for
