Category Archives: crumble
did you think I’d crumble..
Crumble is an apposite word for this time of year when the testing dullness of January reduces resolution to surrender. That enervating post Christmas week, which gave us pause to recognise that we must change ourselves for the better, slough … Continue reading
a day called Sun….
Cooking, reading and taking pictures in the warm sunlight that fills the kitchen on this quiet Sunday morning is as close to worship as my soul currently needs to approach. Bubbling pans and knives on wood combine with muffled snippets … Continue reading
Nobody hears an apple scream…..
Had the Swiss version of apple ducking taken place in the present “caring” climate, William Tell’s son would have been whisked away by Social Services before you could say “Please, Daddy, stop firing arrows at my head”. The Swiss, with … Continue reading
Writing with a plum in my mouth…
Patrick, one of our neighbours, arrived at our house yesterday afternoon with a box piled high with sun warm mirabelles that he had just picked from one of his trees. He’s not a man of many words but the words … Continue reading
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 … Continue reading