Autumn, Fruits & Words
Hello on this beautiful Autumn Thursday (18th September)
This morning was calm & misty with a sharpness that says winter is well on it's way. For me it was the first real day of autumn & to celebrate I took the little dog for a walk & watched the sun break through the mist. We collected rosehips, hawthorn berries & elderberries from the hedgerows for the hens. The trees & bushes are profusely covered in fruits, does that mean we are in for a severe winter - what I believe is referred to as a "blackberry winter"?
All week I have been gathering fruits for the pets and, for me & the significant other. Whilst the gathering of food for the bleak months ahead is an ancient ritual the searching of the Internet for recipes & storage advice is not! It feels to me like an excellent juxtaposition (what a fabulous word) of the oldest & newest of human technologies. It also set me reflecting on serendipity (another wonderful word) - lucky chance. Many years ago whilst I was at university I went out with a chap who was at Cambridge doing research on how to get the world's computers to talk to each other - yes - that now indispensable Internet. He went off to Silicon Valley & I expect he is now earning a 6 figure salary or has dropped-out & is trekking in the Himalayas searching for yetis!
In my fruit gathering I have discovered that :
* one flimsy supermarket plastic bag is totally inadequate for collecting blackberries - the thorns just rip holes in it - smugly returning the berries to the ground!
* the green husks of walnuts really do stain your hands brown & it doesn't come off easily.
* the same husks can be used for dying things - I now have a soft-brown cloth bag (much better for fruit gathering).
* that chickens love shiny berries & run round excitedly with them in their beaks.
* too much fruit gathering gives you sore feet, sore hands & a bad back,
* but the aforementioned complaints are ameliorated (a lovely soothing word) by eating puddings made with them, accompanied by lots of custard: with the side-effect of a warm lingering virtuous feeling!
On leaving the army my significant other took a course in furniture making -little did he think that those skills would be used to build a "Poultry Palace" or "Cluckingham Palace" as someone has labelled it. All the wood is reclaimed, the floor was bought at an auction for few pounds, the nails & roofing materials are new but bought as great prices. Even so - I estimate that labour costs alone would price the Palace at £1,200!! That doesn't include the flasks of coffee & moral support that a perfectionist, master craftsman requires!
So my Thank You's this week are to the wonderful words in the English language (my favourite word is lozenge- what's yours?), the abundance of the hedgerows & a husband who loves his hens so much he builds them a Palace.
