02 November 2016

now, where was I?


So much for good intentions. Things went rather to pot when our boiler needed replacing, then the one we bought needed replacing because it was damaged on delivery, the kitchen counter needed to be rebuilt because the boiler no longer fitted under it, the plumber went on holiday, the furniture maker hurt his back, the window repair man locked himself out of the house while we were away, the car broke down on the way home from Horsey Island- ah, Horsey Island, at least that was peaceful, apart from the terrifying journey across the muddy causeway. The camera gave up the ghost in sympathy and the laptop decided not to co-operate with Googlmail or the iphone. I thought about buying a new one, decided to wait until the new Macbook came out and now find the price has rocketed. Just as I was trying to eliminate all thoughts of Brexit from my damaged psyche.

So summer rolled on, and on, and on. We had no rain for months and the fine weather demanded that there was no staying indoors. It seemed very busy. We spent many evenings watching the sun set on our allotments after trying to keep the crops going with copious watering. It worked, mostly. There were crops of tomatoes and cucumbers the like of which I have never seen before, patty pans galore and even the butternuts finally played ball. Our hearth is packed out with enough to see us through winter and all the family will be receiving a jar of green tomato chutney in their Christmas stocking whether they like it or not. We will not want for borscht or spaghetti rosso (did you know cooked beetroot freezes well? It was news to me.) You can knock here too if you're in need to kale in any colour.

Cleaning jars, shiny surfaces!
Now, after a couple of weeks of easing into Autumn and the most glorious leaf fall, I have reconciled myself to the change of season. Nature can only hold out so long, me too, and my obsession with getting out of the house is subsiding. In fact, cold notwithstanding, I'm rather looking looking forward to and certainly hoping for a more reflective and creative time indoors. The hole in the wall is now well and truly blocked up again (sorry, Polly) and we now have a new shiny-ish kitchen counter. Summer dresses have been stored away and woolens rescued from their ziplock bags, mended and pressed. I've got some things to sew using some new patterns, even though I find I never even mentioned the old ones. We can get to that another day perhaps.

Phew. I'm glad I've got all that off my chest. I have been feeling very guilty about my absence and feel so much better.


6 comments:

writing not drowning said...

Oh your summer and autumn sound much like mine - in fact, the heating engineer is here right now, grappling with the boiler and covered in . . . soot. (Long, tedious story.) The sweep came this morning and declared the woodburner broken, unfit for purpose, and in need of replacement and the ancient chimneys and cowls are in a parlous state. Have been trying for six months, without success so far to pin down the builder to even the vaguest possibility of a start date for essential repairs, having previously asked five different builders to provide estimates etc and getting no response. However, books, Exmoor, dogs, months of perfect weather, knitting, and some wonderfully happy and long-awaited family times have compensated . . .

So good to have you back.

Gina said...

Lovely to catch up and see you back. I know what you mean about having an excuse to stay in. It feels wrong when the weather is fine but there are jobs to be done!

shandy said...

Just dropped by on the off-chance - and there you were! I miss your photography, and your expeditions.

annjennyg said...

Always a pleasure to catch up with you Colleen. I'm looking forward to the cosy evenings - I've even dug out my knitting again! Haven't we had a beautiful autumn though :)

rachel said...

You're excused, Colleen. And no, I didn't know about cooked beetroot freezing well; I must try that one. I hate wasting food, but often have too much of any one thing to enjoy eating it repetitively. I think it was Sue at The Quince Tree who set me onto freezing ready-sliced peppers and onions, and they have proved invaluable when in a hurry or in need of just a spoonful of either. And I see certain supermarkets are selling sweet potato and squash (and ready-prepped ginger and garlic in chunks, although their flavour is milder than if you do your own from scratch) in their frozen food sections, so that's another way of lessening the food waste in a household of two.

Glad you're back - keep on blogging!

Liz said...

Life before blogging seems a sensible approach though it's so good to see you back. I've been wholeheartedly embracing autumn - the colder weather, comforting meals, shorter days (as my dad used to say, it's getting late early), candles everywhere. In fact, we're all hygged out here.