Well, that was a beast of a work week, and I am sorry I haven't popped in here before now. A weekend of domestic pottering, sorting and rearranging has set me back on course. I had a plum invasion to deal with: our tree is only really half a tree, the other part is dead, but for some reason what started as a little sprout of leaves and white blossom has turned into kilos and kilos of bluey purple plums.
They are so ripe now that they are cracking and leaking beads of golden coloured juice, so I had to pick them today.
There are bowls and bowls full on the kitchen table. We've had plum crumble for dinner, and there's plum compote in the fridge. There may be plum jam soon, too. It's the apple situation all over again! My son has just announced that he 'doesn't really like plums that much,' but at least the guinea pig does (although she can only have one a day). It looks very much like the walnuts will be raining down on us soon, too. So it is indeed a season of mellow fruitfulness where we are.
I found a sweet old apron to use in my patchwork quilt. It is a bit stained and holey, so I don't feel guilty about chopping it up. There is fresh impetus to crack on with the quilt now, because I'm busy rearranging our bedroom and I'd love to put the finished item on our bed. The large brown box that arrived last week was a new wardrobe, and much sorting out and recycling of clothes has been taking place, the chaos seems to have permeated every single room.
When I have managed to flake out in a chair, I've been reading a beautiful book. The Last Runaway by Tracy Chevalier is all about quilts and Quakers in 19th century USA. It's a gentle read, but an extremely thought provoking story and I'd highly recommend it.
Hopefully, I will be a more frequent visitor to my blog over the coming week. Hope you all had a lovely weekend.
PS Hugh Fearnley Whittingstall's apple and almond pudding is currently winning in the favourite apple recipe stakes....