Wednesday, 24 September 2025

Wednesday Witterings . . .

 

Welcome to you rich autumn days,
Ere comes the cold, leaf-picking wind;
When golden stalks are seen in fields,
All standing arm-in-arm entwined;
And gallons of sweet cider seen
On trees in apples red and green.

With mellow pears that cheat our teeth,
Which melt that tongues may suck them in;
With blue-black damsons, yellow plums,
Now sweet and soft from stone to skin;
And woodnuts rich to make us go
Into the loneliest lanes we know.
~W.H. Davies (1871-1940)

 

I picked up Eileen early afternoon yesterday and she is safely ensconced here at home with me. She is still sleeping at the moment. She is afraid to be in her apartment alone she says.  There are wasps getting in from somewhere and Tim is the one who deals with them. He is gone to Ontario now with his mom and dad to visit his brothers. I am not surprised that Eileen doesn't want to stay in there with wasps. They are pretty scary and this is the time of year that all these things are trying to get indoors. I remember that cottage we lived in when I worked at the Manor often got wasps in the upstairs.  One time we could see them coming in from around the base of the light in the ceiling in the main bedroom. We were surrounded by orchards and so wasps were quite a common thing.  We also used to get those big hornets from France. They were very aggressive and vicious. I was terrified of them.

Occasionally we might also get a bat. Bats were a protected species in the U.K. You were not allowed to harm them.  They would sometimes get into the Manor when the family were away and would set off the alarms.  It was a bit of a nuisance as you would have to go up in the middle of the night and determine if it was a real break-in or a bat. They had huge fireplaces in the Manor. Bats often came down through the chimneys and into the house and the motion detector alarms would go off.


 

It's not quite as cool this morning. Right now it is 13*C/56*F. We had a bit of rain and drizzle overnight, which is good, but a sunny day is expected.  Eileen has a cooking class this afternoon. She says they are making taco bowls and apple crisp. She is really looking forward to that. Last night we watched a movie on Netflix. "Are You There God, It's Me Margaret." I had watched it before and thought that she would like it.  I was right. She did. It's a really cute movie and reminded me very much of when I was a young girl. I also liked the music in it. If you haven't seen it, you should give it a go. I think you would like it.

She was really pleased with the Little House Books. We got them all in the right order of reading for her. There are about seven or so books in the collection I got for her. I told her to think of it as being an early Christmas gift.

I also had some new t-shirts for her. Her old ones were looking very threadbare. I am surprised that the CSS workers don't take them shopping for new clothing when the clothes that they have are in such bad shape. The shirt she was wearing yesterday when I picked her up had quarter sized holes in it. She says it is her favorite shirt, but I suggested that she might want to throw it away or keep it for just wearing around the house as it is in very bad shape. She seemed to be amenable to that. Anyways, I had some newish t-shirts that I don't wear much if at all, and I gave them to her. She was pleased about that, and it made me feel good to be able to do something positive for her.


 

Do you remember doing projects at this time of year when you were in grade school. Projects where you had to collect seeds and leaves for science? I remember doing that and I also remember really enjoying the process. It was always very fascinating to me, this process of nature getting ready for the Winter ahead. The trees shedding their leaves, other plants drying up and producing seed pods that would help them to grow again in the Spring.  I think acorns were one of my favorite things with their jaunty little caps. They still are.  I also love Teasle.

I will probably have to try to hire that girl again to come and bring my gardens into some semblance of order. It is not something which I can do myself. But I have my car safety coming up and I want to winterize it and have the winter tires put on so I don't think I can really afford to hire her to come. I am in a bit of a quandary.  I will have to think about it.

That is one thing about getting old that is a pain. Having to hire people to do things you might have been able to do for yourself when you were younger.  I have a problem reaching now because of my shoulders and I have not been able to get down on my knees for quite some time.


 

I had to ban someone from my English Kitchen page yesterday, which is not something I really do very lightly. Oh, I often have to ban those men who come in and start harassing the ladies to add them as friends, etc. That happens on an almost daily basis.  There was a man yesterday who started shouting the odds about my page being run by a Canadian who knew nothing at all about English cookery. And when some of my readers dared to call him out on his ignorance, he made derogatory comments to them about them probably being Charlie Kirk supporters. I won't tolerate that type of political nonsense on my page. It is a cooking page and that has no place there.

I occasionally get people who complain because they say I don't post typically British recipes all the time. Well, to be honest, there are only so many ways to do typical British recipes and I have already done most of them. If they bothered to go through my archives, they would notice that. Also, now that I am living back in Canada, it is a bit more difficult and quite expensive to get typically British ingredients. I have to make do with what I can get. 

People can just be so ignorant from time to time. I know I should have a thicker skin, but I don't have a very thick skin at all, and this type of thing does bother me. For the most part, my readers are really very lovely however, but these horrible people that pop up from time to time really spoil it.

I work really hard on my food blog. It takes hours of work every day. Creating new content, posting new content, doing all the social media attached. I always try to respond to every comment, etc. It is a bit discouraging when you have such negative people pop up. It does take an effort for me to put it into perspective and tell myself that this isn't the norm, just a troll. I am such a people pleaser.

People even take offense if I use the term Fall instead of Autumn.

And mine is not a really popular blog/page. There are far more successful ones out there. I am sure they must have to deal with this sort of negativity even more often than I do. People love to hate a winner. Sad but true.


 

I have really been enjoying the photos that people have been posting over this past month of their zinnias and dahlias. All so very beautiful. I notice that a lot of the flower places now have pots of mums for sale for people to decorate their porches, etc. with. This was the first year that I didn't buy any hanging baskets or anything. 

The fact that I cannot afford to purchase such things myself, or even garden myself, does not stop me from enjoying and appreciating the efforts of others. There are so many talented people out there. (You know who you are!!)  Are we not so blessed and incredibly lucky to live in an age where we are able to share in the beauty of the heartfelt labors of others? I think we are. I am always so appreciative of the labors of others and the efforts they take to share photographs of what they have achieved. It always cheers my heart to see them.

There are so many talented people in the world, in so many different areas. I am always happy to see and enjoy the fruits of their labors!


Well, I hear someone moving about so I think Eileen is about to get up now so I will have to cut this short!  There is no rest for the wicked! ha ha


A thought to carry with you  . . . 


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*Friendship is the icing
on the cake of life.
~Unknown
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Bacon Big Boys


In The English Kitchen today  . . .   Bacon Big Boys.  These tasty hot sandwiches are like hotdogs on steroids. A recipe from one of my vintage cookbooks.


I hope that you have a beautiful day. Whatever you get up to, I hope it brings you peace, joy and happiness.  Don't forget!


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Tuesday, 23 September 2025

A Day Book . . .

 





FOR TODAY, September 23rd, 2025


 


OUTSIDE MY WINDOW ...

It is not quite as cold as it was yesterday morning. The skies are mostly clear. Scattered light rain showers are expected.  Dare we hope? 



 


I AM THINKING ...

How can something so pretty be so poisonous? I have loved these toadstools since I was a little girl. My mother had Christmas Ornaments for our Christmas tree that had them.  They were my favorite ornaments. It was a wonder I did not wear the red paint and polka dots off them, I touched them so much. (We were not supposed to touch anything, but you know children.) I have loved these for a very long time. 





I AM ALSO THINKING ...

I must have had to get rid of 30 houseflies in my front windows yesterday. I don't know where they were coming from.  Great big ugly black houseflies. Mom always called them crack flies because they would just show up out of the blue, big and bumbling.  She thought they came in through cracks in the house. I don't know. I think they come in through the air exchanger personally. Annoying. They really are.


honey roasted peanut butter cookies



IN THE KITCHEN ...

Honey Roasted Peanut Butter Cookies.  This small batch recipe makes only 15 large cookies. They are dangerously delicious. Just saying!


 


ON MY "TO COOK" LIST ...

Callies Hot Little Biscuits.  Joy the Baker.





THIS I BELIEVE ...

If you look for God's presence in everything, then life will be fuller and better, much easier to get through.  Especially the bad stuff. 



 


SOMETHING THAT IS NICE ...

Blackberries. I love blackberries. I was astonished at how many grew in the wild in the U.K. All the hedgerows were full of them. You could blackberry to your hearts content in the autumn.


 


SOMETHING ELSE THAT IS NICE ...

Autumn sunsets.  I get to see them because I am usually still awake.


I AM WANTING TO CREATE ...


 

Little snow girls  . . . 


 

Snow Stars  . . . 




 


Hare's bearing gifts  . . . . 



 

Papier Mache . . . 


 


Art Dolls  . . . 



 


SOMETHING I ENJOY ...

The smell of warm baking spices, oranges and bay . . . smells like autumn.




 
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SOMETHING ELSE THAT I ENJOY ...

Cake. It doesn't really matter what kind  . . . I just love cake.




 


OH MY GOODNESS  . . . 

Sleepy brown bear. Not outside my door thank you very much!  I am terrified of bears!





I AM READING ...

SPINNING JENNY, by Sylvia Ann McLain

Book one of the Spinning Jenny series


"I guess I'll name you Jenny, something I can say easy. That was my mammy's name, anyway. Jenny. You be Jenny from now on..." Cornelius Carson's mother cautioned him never to own slaves, but in 1830s Louisiana, land and slaves are proof of a man's worth. 

At 23 Cornelius is ambitious, and in love. He owns one elderly slave, Malachi, and a small cotton farm along Bayou Cocodrie. And he plans to marry Stephanie Coqterre, daughter of a wealthy Natchez planter. He needs another field-hand, but prices are high. So when a trader brings a coffle of smuggled slaves to Natchez, Cornelius buys a 10-year-old girl. She is mute and nameless, but she's all he can afford. He names her Jenny. 

 It quickly becomes apparent that Jenny will change life on the Cocodrie as much as it changes her. The winds of ambition are blowing everywhere, both among the whites, who strive for wealth and status, and among the slaves, who yearn for freedom. But dangers are everywhere, too. 

As madness and treachery reach from Natchez to the Cocodrie to blast all their dreams, Cornelius struggles to find a way to salvage his life and the lives of Jenny and Malachi as well.

Very well written.


THINGS THAT CATCH MY FANCY ...


 


Knits  . . . . 


 

Pretty bracelets  . . . 



 

Painted stairs  . . . 


 

Wrought Iron  . . .  there is a whole display in the Victoria & Albert Museum just on wrought iron.


 


Cottage Charm  . . . 


I AM GRATEFUL FOR ...


 

Light  . . . 


MAKES ME SMILE ...

 


This  . . . .  so cute.


SOMETHING TO WATCH ...



On Netflix.  Watched the first episode last night. I am hooked.


A THOUGHT TO CARRY WITH YOU ...

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*What would life be
if you had no courage
to attempt anything.
~Vincent Van Gogh


And that is my daybook for this week!  Thanks always for being here!


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  ⋰ ⋮ ⋱ blessings in life.*´¯`.¸¸.☆ 



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Have a beautiful day!  Don't forget!  

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P.S. Eileen is coming to stay with me later today and will be with me for 12 days. My writings may be sporadic. I don't want you to worry. 💕

Monday, 22 September 2025

Small and Wonderful Things . . .

 



"The world is fairly studded and strewn with pennies cast broadside from a generous hand. But who gets excited by a mere penny? It is dire poverty indeed when a man is so malnourished and fatigued that he won't stoop to pick up a penny. But if you cultivate a healthy poverty and simplicity, so that finding a penny will literally make your day, then, since the world is in fact planted with pennies, you have with your poverty bought a lifetime of days. It is that simple. What you see is what you get." ~Anne Dillard 


 A few of the small and wonderful things which bring untold joy into my life. It's the small things in life which truly mean the most. Simple abundance . . . it's the best.
 


 


Remembering all of the dandelion bouquets I have gotten through the years and how wonderful they were to me. Presented with sweaty little hands and eyes and hearts filled with love and admiration. Is there anything more beautiful on earth?  I think not.


 

Fresh air. After weeks of air filled with the acrid smell of smoke, the air has been wonderfully clean and fresh. You can open the doors and windows with abandon if you so wish to do so.  The fires at Long lake are being held, which is a good thing also and people are being let back into the area. Many are coming back to nothing . . . but they will be helped.


 

This simple prayer that I was taught as a young child. It has kept with me all of my life and it taught me to be grateful and to express gratitude. That is not a bad thing.







I love that I have a comfortable prayer relationship with my Heavenly Father. Basically, I have a constant prayer going through my mind at all times anyways, but also throughout the day I take the opportunity in special moments to commune with Him in a more personal way. Sometimes silent and unspoken, at other times out loud I am ever grateful for the knowledge that I am not ever truly alone in anything, in any experience, at any time. 




Remembering Nutmeg when he was a kitten and first came to live with me. He is so much bigger now, but he still has the same cheeky personality. Mr. Personality Plus I call him. Love him so much.





Equal time, too, for my little Princess Cinnamon. Not as outrageous as Nutmeg, she loves with a calm steadiness. I love her too.

I love both of them and they have added a measure of joy to my life I would never have had otherwise.  How did that happen?? They both have me twisted around their little furry paws. 




I am not even sure I could begin to explain how much my faith in the Savior means to me. He is everything to me.  I cannot remember a time in my life when I did not believe in and trust in Jesus Christ.  What He did for us is unfathomable, and yet He did it, willingly. And He continues to intercede for us each and every day. I know that not all believe in Him, not all believe Him, but for those of us who do, this is everything. I could not get through life without this.  Some say that faith is a crutch.  Perhaps this is true, but it is a crutch that I willingly avail myself of each and every minute of each and every day. 




On this, the first official day of Autumn, I am grateful that I live in a place where there are seasons. I have always lived with seasons. There is much to love about each of them. And beauty as well. Love them all.  But, I confess, Autumn is my favorite one.






There is so much to love about Autumn. I scarce know where to begin. It's all good.  






 This is the key to a happy life.  Gratitude.  Focusing on what you have instead of what you don't have.  Finding joy in the now.  Every single day has a silver lining.  Dwell on that.  When you choose to be happy and live life seeking for the positive, life just gets better.   It is better to appreciate what we have already been given.  Why would anyone give us more if we can't find joy in what we already have? 





Grateful for family and friends, for each of you and your faithfulness in coming to read each day. I can feel the love. It means the world to me.


Faith, family, friends, home.  I am blessed with abundance. I have all that I need, and then some.  There is much joy to be found in having all you need rather than in having all that you want. If you have all that you need . . .  then you are rich beyond belief.

A thought to carry with you . . . 

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*Some people feel the rain.
Others just get wet.
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Garlic Bread with Sliced Bread



In The English Kitchen today, Garlic Bread with Sliced Bread.  Many people think that you have to have a specialty loaf or French Bread, etc. in order to make garlic bread. You can actually make a really delicious garlic bread using simple ordinary everyday sliced bread! Its a simple thing.


I hope that your week ahead is loaded to overflowing with small and simple things!  Whatever you get up to, don't forget! 

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And I do too!!