I always think, Dear Reader, that the first of September is like the beginning of term – or how the beginning of term used to be when I was at school back in the dark ages (according to my children). At this time of year, every year, I feel a definite mental shift from the hedonistic Summer into getting organised and sorted out for the Autumn and Winter ahead. And whilst I love the outdoorness (yes that is a real word) of the long Summer days and the feeling of warmth on my skin, I also love the putting on of the extra blanket, stacking logs and kindling and getting warmer jumpers out. Soon it’ll be time to put the garden to bed for the Winter and concentrate on indoor pursuits long abandoned in the face of sunshine and barbeques. TG cooked the first of the new season of roast dinners last night and it was grand – he did cook as though there were seventeen of us as opposed to just the three and we ate ourselves to a gravy soaked standstill but it was just what was needed on a chilly evening.
And what of the Summer? Well I don’t know about you, but mine was pretty damn good. There were nights out with friends over Cowes Week and beyond, boat trips up the river, dinner in the garden, days spent with the Smallest Baby Girl and a particularly hideous purple paddling pool, an addition to the family in the form of Madam Rainbow, new friendships made and met and old friendships reconfirmed. I had a wonderful holiday – probably the best ever, and got to spend more time with TG and the children that I expected to which was brilliant. We also celebrated not one but two anniversaries which a year ago were certainly not on the cards and I am thankful for the turn around in my fortunes on that front. All in all it was a good Summer despite working like a slave at times, the plague of moths that ate the sitting room curtains and the rug and the fact that despite ballet and starvation I STILL have middle aged spread!
So what does the first week of the new term hold? There will be much making of jam and chutney, the beginnings of Christmas (sorry to mention the C word) making and doing, a first read through for a play that I’m in in November, curry club night tonight with the usual suspects and beginning to get the house sorted for colder months ahead. Oh yes and finishing up what is left in the veg garden. You may remember (or may not if you nodded off some time ago) that I grew quite a lot in pots this year a la Nigel Slater and this week these appeared (no rude comments please)
They are mini aubergines and beautiful in their small but perfectly formed purple lusciousness. I don’t want to pick them because they are just so cute but I know that’s being entirely ridiculous so I foresee some roasted vegetables at the weekend…or maybe a Moussaka…or mabe I could stuff them….the possibilities are endless.
So then. The beginning of term. Pencils newly sharpened, shoes shined, uniform pressed and mind set in place. New things to learn, new friends to make and new experiences to be had. Enjoy Dear Reader, enjoy.