I love sunny, cosy, lazy, at-ease weekend mornings. Love-em I do. I love that we are a lazy pyjama-wearing family and if we can get away with it, we stay in pj's all morning. Neighbours children come to call at 9am, 10am, 11am and we shoo them gently away, telling them we are still pyjama'ed and not yet ready to receive visitors thank you. I think they think we're weird. I baked a lemon drizzle cake this morning wearing my pyjamas with an apron over the top, and I was soooo happy pottering about in my fragrant, warm little kitchen.
With the drop in temperature and the wearing of pyjamas, the blankets go into cosy overdrive. I notice we are all fighting and scrabbling for our favourites. I need to make more! Seriously. The cashmere blankets are in great demand, they are terrifically warm and snuggly and we all love them. There are three down here, but we need more. Yes! We do! We are a family of five and we have very particular blankety needs. Although Little B has taken a real shine to the Granny Patchwork (which is acrylic), he wears it round himself like a cape as it's still rather small. I'm going to show you that tomorrow. Was meant to be today, but I got distracted by family guests, a lovely pub lunch followed by a freezing cold walk home and then.............
....the Lighting of the Fire.
Yeah, I know I said we would wait till October but what's a week when ones toes are cold? I'm one of those people who, at the tail end of summer refuses to wear socks until my feet actually turn a purply-blue colour. I defiantly repaint my toenails and keep going in my bare feet until the bitter end. I admit my feet have been very cold this weekend, although not quite frozen. But still, as we have house guests staying, it was declared we would Light The Fire after a day of very cold, grey, drizzly weather. My poor southern-dwelling guests are wrapped up in multiple layers and have been feeling the cold.
Lighting the fire this afternoon was marvelous, such a treat. It's cosy warmth spread into the room and made us all flushed and sleepy. I dug out my toasting fork and toasted crumpets for everyone, they were delicious. Deeeeee-licious.
Right now the flames have died down and the coals are glowing white hot. We live in a conservation area here and it's a smoke-free zone so we burn "Smokeless Ovals" with the odd seasoned hardwood log thrown on top. The ovals are marvelous, they give out a terrific heat and a beautiful glow, and they burn down to nothing, just a pile of still warm white ash left in the morning.
Do you see my one-eyed owl? No-one is owning up to this, but I found his missing eye in the coal bucket. I am suspecting the youngest member of the family, the one with the cute toes. Little tinker.