August 1st once the Halcyon days of summer to a lad who's activity's were all outside. Breakfast always cut yourself a slice of porridge whilst I cook your bacon egg (in summer) and fried bread, good job we did not have health and diet dictators back then. Feed the pigs let the hens out check the ducks and geese had plenty of water and the day was mine, always sunny, ride the bike to the farm and have a busy exciting day. Home again tired but never hungry Aunt Mabel fed me her fresh baked bread home churned butter and wonderful hedgerow or orchard pies. And so passed the summer as we knew it, what happened I ask? Teesside today has a covering of cloud from the West with bursts of sunshine, we are warned of heavy rain later, "you know I could get very mad at that lot t'other side o't Pennines" still it is warm.
Yes, reminds me of days spent at my Uncle's farm in Somerset when I was a kid. Helping collect eggs, and his old mother making bread and churning butter, with me trying to 'help'! The smell remains with you for ever.
Started off damp here in Manchester today, but has sort of dried up. Quite breezy so have risked putting some washing out. About 16-17C at the mo & getting a wee bit brighter.
Lawn is squelchy, so no chance to cut today. Have done some deadheading & wandered around planning which plants need to use for cuttings. J.
Frank - you have a wonderful way with words . I can almost smell that bread.
Thank you Jean and if you were around this way some time you could still smell it, if the family are coming for tea on Saturday's I knock up a batch of buns by hand, flour yeast water and salt is all it takes and not the fourteen or so additives in bought bread, it is all in the kneading and knocking down. The problem is they come through the door grab a bun and wuff it so by tea I am halving them. Home churned butter has a taste all it own and Aunt Mabel made butter for all of us she had to add salt to preserve it but it did not last that long. We never got the rain after all, I sat in my Daughters Garden in the village soaking up the sun whilst she made cheese and onion pie also fresh fruit muffins which we tucked into, a nice way to spend part of the afternoon, now back to work.
Drove home today under a lovely blue sky but by 7.30 it was raining.
All this talk of food reminds me of my mothers home baking. As children we would argue over who's turn it was to scape out the mixing bowl, she made cakes to die for. In the summer we'd pick wild fruit - gooseberries, blackberries and go apple poaching, there was an orchard at the local vicarage.....if children did that now they'd end up on an ASBO.
Lovely morning here in Lincolnshire, blue skies and a slight breeze, bound to alter though. I have just looked at the weather for next week as we are going to North Yorkshire for a few days, and guess what, Monday thunderstorms. It's a standing joke that in our neighbourhood, never take your holidays when the Greens are away, it's bound to rain.
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Blowing a gale here . I'm hoping it will keep the rain away. Don't think we've had a decent summer for at least 3 years.
August 1st once the Halcyon days of summer to a lad who's activity's were all outside. Breakfast always cut yourself a slice of porridge whilst I cook your bacon egg (in summer) and fried bread, good job we did not have health and diet dictators back then.
Feed the pigs let the hens out check the ducks and geese had plenty of water and the day was mine, always sunny, ride the bike to the farm and have a busy exciting day. Home again tired but never hungry Aunt Mabel fed me her fresh baked bread home churned butter and wonderful hedgerow or orchard pies. And so passed the summer as we knew it, what happened I ask?
Teesside today has a covering of cloud from the West with bursts of sunshine, we are warned of heavy rain later, "you know I could get very mad at that lot t'other side o't Pennines" still it is warm.
Frank.
Frank - you have a wonderful way with words . I can almost smell that bread.
Started off damp here in Manchester today, but has sort of dried up. Quite breezy so have risked putting some washing out. About 16-17C at the mo & getting a wee bit brighter.
Lawn is squelchy, so no chance to cut today. Have done some deadheading & wandered around planning which plants need to use for cuttings. J.
Thank you Jean and if you were around this way some time you could still smell it, if the family are coming for tea on Saturday's I knock up a batch of buns by hand, flour yeast water and salt is all it takes and not the fourteen or so additives in bought bread, it is all in the kneading and knocking down. The problem is they come through the door grab a bun and wuff it so by tea I am halving them.
Home churned butter has a taste all it own and Aunt Mabel made butter for all of us she had to add salt to preserve it but it did not last that long.
We never got the rain after all, I sat in my Daughters Garden in the village soaking up the sun whilst she made cheese and onion pie also fresh fruit muffins which we tucked into, a nice way to spend part of the afternoon, now back to work.
Frank.
Drove home today under a lovely blue sky but by 7.30 it was raining.
All this talk of food reminds me of my mothers home baking. As children we would argue over who's turn it was to scape out the mixing bowl, she made cakes to die for. In the summer we'd pick wild fruit - gooseberries, blackberries and go apple poaching, there was an orchard at the local vicarage.....if children did that now they'd end up on an ASBO
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Lovely day - blue sky and everything calm after a windy day yesterday.
I was brought up by my gran who did a lot of baking - on a memory trail now.
Blue sky here in Cornwall but with the occasional heavy shower. Good growing weather but the weeds love it too.
My mam was a fantastic baker and cook too. It was one of my best memories, blackberry picking, and still do it now.
Lovely morning here in Lincolnshire, blue skies and a slight breeze, bound to alter though. I have just looked at the weather for next week as we are going to North Yorkshire for a few days, and guess what, Monday thunderstorms. It's a standing joke that in our neighbourhood, never take your holidays when the Greens are away, it's bound to rain.