A humorous look at bodily ills and daily woes, and tips from someone who has suffered everything from arthritis to athlete's foot.
Saturday, 18 September 2010
Autumn was my mother's favourite time of year (apart from the spiders, as she hated their webs: see my wildlife blog!). She loved the colours and the atmospheric play of light and shadow through the bronzing leaves. I am more of a spring person, as I like to think summer is on its way. I get melancholy in autumn, realising several months of cold days and nights are on their way when I'd rather be wearing a nice light winter dress and sitting in a deckchair! But these geraniums are still blooming brightly and provided a spot of cheeriness early this morning when the temperature had only just crept into the early forties fahrenheit.
My six tomato plants did spectacularly well, so much so that I have run out of people to give them away to as everybody else in the area has had a glut, too. I have made six jars of tomato chutney, several pasta sauces and have eaten tomatoes with a salad for lunch every day. And I still have all this lot waiting to be picked!
Yesterday I picked some nice big Bramley apples and some Coxes Pippins from the garden and made a sultana and apple pie, which I presented to Mr Grumpy with his initial on. Yes, I know it looks a bit tatty round the edges (so does he!!!) but it sure tasted good with custard.
Today I shall be making marmalade, and then some banana bread. I'm not the world's best cook. I get easily flustered when Mr G is around, as he used to be a professional caterer at a film studios and is a brilliant cook and breadmaker. But he's just gone out, so I'll get as much done as I can now, before he returns to tell me I'm doing it all wrong!