And so Summer is drawing to a close, not quite ready to relinquish her reign, but still we can feel Autumn is ready in the wings, waiting for her turn to encourage leaves to drops, Summers’ flowers to fade and fruit to ripen. A time to continue to harvest and store what we are able to help see us through the uncertainties of Winter.
This morning found me pottering around with a pair of secateurs, snipping here and there. Deadheading to prolong the blooming…beginning to trim the fruit trees, and a little weeding.
I keep thinking life will slow down a little, but as soon as it does something fills the space. We entered a float in a local carnival at the weekend on behalf of the ploughing association hubby has an hand in helping, and yesterday spent a few hours down at Bucks Mills. I didn’t take a single photo, but did paddle in rock pools, dip my feet the sea, and generally nothing. But it was good to go. Even taking into consideration the very steep decent and climb back up to the car. I have awoken muscles in my legs that have long since been forgotten.
The weekend before this we went to a heavy horse working event which wasn’t too far away in Chittlehampton. Glad we looked ahead at the weather forecast and went on the Saturday as I don’t think they were able to combine on the Sunday.
Hoping to cook over a campfire this evening, though we may get a few spots of rain, I’ve invited the tribe from next door. I need to find the tripod and set it up as I’m doing a strange invention which was a happy accident some time ago. Stewing beef marinaded in mint sauce, a few bits of Smokey bacon added, onion, puréed tomatoes, possibly some green beans. Delicious, strange but true. That will bubble away in a hanging pot over the fire, whilst jacket potatoes bake in the embers. And not a pointy hat in sight!!
Just a couple of pics, feels like I could nod off sitting here.
Blesssings J. x
