Monday 29 September 2008

THE AUTUMN COLOURS.

The autumn is great when the sun shines and the cool breeze brings the smell of burning fires from gardens being tidied for the coming winter. This is what I miss most - the chain of changing seasons when I am living somewhere in the tropics of Africa or Asia. It's much easier to adjust to the culture or cuisine then to the climate I think.

Tuesday 23 September 2008

THE BAD WEATHER READING....


For the past nearly three weeks the world became grey and cold, grey and wet, grey and miserable... All one can do is sit in front of the fire and read. It sounds nice and romantic - but how long for?! So I cleaned the house, made a dozen jars of green tomato and apple chutney and started embroidery... In the meantime my dogs are going spare! They want to go for their walkies albeit curtailed to a bare minimum... And when they go they come back all muddy and wet. Terrible! The Autumn is quite young - more jolities yet to come no doubt.-

Tuesday 16 September 2008

Friday 12 September 2008

NEW CRITTERS ON THE BLOCK...



Can you guess who visited my land?...

Wednesday 10 September 2008

Sunday 7 September 2008

The remains of Summer...

The September's weather is baffling... feels just like Summer. By now, if we were lucky, we should have had a nice Indian Summer! That is - pleasant chilly mornings and evenings, misty sunrises, sunny days etc. We have tropical nights instead.- Today we shall have well over +30C. My dogs are spread wide on cool marble floors from the early morning. I consider joining them there. Well, I might just collapse on the lawn in a shade under the trees.-

Yesterday, despite the adverse weather conditions, I experimented in the kitchen. I cooked goose wings in a plum and honey souse. I used the very sour, little yellow plums. Heavenly! I shall cook it again on a certain boat hopping the Greek islands in not too distant future!

Tonight a friend from Australia arrives. I am thinking about a couple of little trips in Poland - maybe to the sea side (taking my boys with us, of course!) and to Zakopane, near Krakow. I might even travel with her to Bratislava as Doreen has some relatives there and wants to visit them.