Got home after midnight – look what happened to the car.. and where are my rats?

This morning I put on a pair of socks for the first time since Spring, which is a clear indicator that summer has passed and wintry ways must be reinstated. The forest, which I study from my office window for the first pale shoots which slowly create that soft green haze that heralds spring, is starting to reveal its red and gold which, however glorious, will be but a short lived flourish of pyrotechnics before months of black bare boughs. Long evening sundowners in the garden have been replaced by a glass of wine in the comfort of an armchair, warmed by the crackling fire of the wood burner. It seems such a short time ago that we woke the garden from its winter slumber, yet now I can hear a vegetal yawning each time I open the garden door. The last magnificent tomatoes are hanging on their vines in our neighbours’ potagères, whilst seasonally coloured squashes and pumpkins lie alongside their gnarled winter brethren, the root vegetables, on the market stalls. It’s time for thick soups and deeply flavoured stews, ceps cooked in duck fat with tiny potatoes,  fruit pies and crumbles, and roasted joints of meat with caramelised sticky edged roast vegetables and dark, wine filled gravy. Having longed for summer and the pleasures of that season I now find myself looking forward to the flavours of Autumn.There is a certain foolishness in liking or disliking seasons of the year because their arrival and departure are as ineluctable as death itself, yet if this is foolishness then I am a friend of folly because I find January, February and March pretty bloody awful.

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Photographer and film maker living in France. After a long career in London, my wife and I have settled in the Vendee, where we run residential digital photography courses with a strong gastronomic flavour.
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11 Responses to Got home after midnight – look what happened to the car.. and where are my rats?

  1. Great title and super photos!

  2. Too funny, I just told Katherine this morning I need to buy new socks. Funny how you don’t think about that in the summer. Love the car photo.

  3. I’d love autumn if it wasn’t the prelude to winter. The colours and food are wonderful but I don’t like it when each day is shorter than the last. And I’m foolish too – I can’t stand January! That pumpkin provides its own light, though, in your lovely shot of it.

  4. I am in love with the ‘car’ – it does have a magic about it!
    Your Autumn Musings are inspiring…must find fresh ceps.
    The duck fat is already in the fridge…

  5. Warmth by the fire and a glass of wine. One of my top reasons for loving fall!

  6. ChgoJohn says:

    Autumn certainly does have its pleasures and I wouldn’t want to live in a place that didn’t have a pronounced Autumn. It’s what comes after, the “bloody awful” months, as you put it, that I like less and less with each passing year. Maybe I’m developing an allergy. Love this post and the vintage auto.

  7. joshuafagans says:

    Nice photo. I’m laughing because I took some squash portraits over the weekend one of which went into a soup. Will have to post about it soon.

  8. Haha, very nice post Roger!

  9. losangelas says:

    absolutely love this! the photo’s and your stories are always a joy to read! I’m a fan!!!

  10. Love the “car” – great post!

  11. Rachel says:

    Yay oh huzzah for socks and cepes! I can get dried porcini (cepes) year round but I’ve never seen the fresh ones in Texas. Enjoy!!

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