He smelled the scents of autumn, phlox and moist old vegetation and corn in sheaf.

A nostalgia which was half at least revulsion affected him.

The place, the home, at once fascinated and revolted him.
Sitting in his shed, he scrutinised his garden carefully, in the starlight.

There were two rows of beans, rather disshevelled.

Near at hand the marrow plants sprawled from their old bed.