It’s Sunday and it’s getting colder. I’m busy chomping my way through some Burgen toast, I find if I let it cool down before buttering it1 then the overall taste of the bread is much more neutral. If I eat it hot then the linseed and soya comes through much more strongly and is off-putting. In sandwiches (un-toasted) it tastes very strongly of its own flavours and it’s hard to taste the content. Luckily I guess, I don’t really find sandwiches that exciting, so I’ll stick to toasting it for breakfast as a low GI start to the day.
If I was oblivious to the change in weather around me, I would soon become suspicious that something was changing because the cats are behaving differently. Well, Fizz isn’t behaving that much differently, but Bubbles certainly is. She’s a real heat-slut, she hunts for the hottest sunbeams, flattest baking roofs, warmest part of the floor (where hot water pipes flow underneath), cosiest chairs with abandoned hot-water bottles2. During the Spring, Summer and warm Autumn days this means that Bubbles insists on being outside. Either following the sun around our slowly rotting deck or lying on the roof on either our shed or the sheds of neighbours. She’ll come in, eat half a mouthful of biscuit and head straight back out to bake. If it’s a bit windy she’ll lie in the house, in a sunbeam near the door. However, as soon as the weather turns cool she changes mode. She runs out to ‘do her business’3, runs back in and then curls up on the nearest soft surface. This morning, that’s Grete’s computer chair, complete with residually warm hot-water bottle.
Her change in behaviour is the clearest sign yet that we’re heading into Autumn. She’ll essentially sleep now until Spring. Tough life.
Not that I can complain, snuggling down inside a warm protective house during the Winter is one of my favourite feelings in the whole world. The whole family4 staying warm in the lounge with the fire on and the world locked out is such an excellent feeling for me. I’d probably opt to move somewhere cold, just so I can have the excuse of a huge roaring fire to keep us warm.
And who doesn’t love the feeling of a hot cup of tea5 between your cold hands, warming them up even as you drink and feel it heating you up from the inside as well.
We said we’d take some bags of grass / weeds / dirt to the tip today, from Grete’s exploits turning over the other border in the garden, but I’m not sure how successful we’ll be considering the day is getting on already and we’ve not moved. The only issue is that it’s forecast rain tomorrow and moving bags of wet grass / weeds / dirt is much more complex.
Warning: there follows pictures of spiders.
I’m jealous of some of Simes’ photo’s. I love pictures of natural objects, but I really have no talent for seeing those shots or taking them. My hands shake too much these days really (annoyingly) but I was inspired by some photo’s he’d taken to nip out into the garden and take some of my own. Also, I wanted to get a couple of shots of stuff that I’d spoken about above. So, here be photo’s.