In the mornings I’m up early with the kids, who leave for the train at the crack of dawn. While they’re all showering, breakfasting and getting their things together I love to sit out on the patio in my nightie with a cup of tea and breathe in the fresh morning air. This morning I noticed how dark it still was at 6.30, how there was a faint mistiness in the air and the first signs of autumn.
The summer seems to have rushed by this year and because our heat came so late, during the day the weather is still glorious and still fills me with the ridiculous feeling that summer will last for ever. This morning told me otherwise. In a week or two, it will cool down, the garden will stop growing so insanely vigorously and the first frosts may even stop my early morning outside musings.
It rather brought me up short and I had to laugh at how predictable my reaction was. the nesting instinct came on strong and by 8 I was in the garden, picking blackberries to freeze, harvesting onions, kohl rabi and the last of the rhubarb. Then I ran off to the farm shop and bought kilos and kilos of the plums and apricots that are now coming to an end and spent the rest of the morning blanching and stewing and generally filling the freezer ready for the winter.
Bonkers really, but at the same time incredibly satisfying! I think I’ve got enough fruit frozen to keep us in crumbles and pies all winter long!
After lunch I worked a little on the rag rug, which is progressing steadily. I love planning the colour scheme and seeing the demise of so much hideous fabric and all the novelty prints that I bought but never used when the children were little. The amazing thing is how the ugly fabric stops being ugly when you put it into a rug. It merely becomes small spots of colour and all the circus animals, clowns, teapots and hideous batiks fit in wonderfully and are unrecognizable as their former selves.
It’s positively cathartic!
Give it a go!