🍁 Up until this week, November has been a beauty. My hillside view has a faded, slumbering autumnal look about it which I find very peaceful when the sky is blue. But when all is wet and grey like it has been this week, it looks very gloomy indeed. I am trying not to moan about the wet and the grey of this week, because I know we've had it very good up until now.
🍁 There is very little of any note happening in the back yard pots right now, but I do so appreciate the few pots of hardy herbs that keep on giving. I popped out there with my snippy snippers the other day when the recipe called for a handful of mixed fresh herbs, and procured parsley, rosemary and thyme which fit the bill nicely. The recipe was a delicious chicken and barley slow cooker casserole, eaten out of shallow bowls with fresh crusty bread. I do love a casserole which comes out slightly sloppy and soup-ish, eaten with a spoon. And bread.
🍁 The first pot of hyacinths arrived in the Attic this week, I've been optimistically looking out for them in the supermarket since the start of the month. They came planted in this little white metal bucket so I decided to leave them in there - the pot was labelled as a "Festive Bulb Pot" which made me cringe a little as they are autumn flowers and not festive ones in my mind. Still, whatever the label, I am so so so looking forward to my annual Hyacinth Appreciation Ritual, or HAR for short. Bring on the rapid leaf growth and smelly flowers! HAR!!
🍁 We've had a couple of cold, frosty starts to our days this month, oh I really do love a good frosty morning start. It makes our walk along the canal a brisk and energised affair as we hurry along on our way to school, blowing out plumes of "smoke" as we go. These really are the very best autumn days, when the sky is clear and the sun glows a pale, watery yellow and there is a thin layer of ice over everything. Even the dead brown leaves look rather fetching when they are laced with frost.
🍁 Toasted crumpets are a daily occurrence here at this time of year because we have a routine of enjoying them as an after school snack. They are so utterly comforting, and I love the whole process of toasting them and lathering them up with butter and jam for the Little People to enjoy at ten to four when they tumble in the door. We all sit down for ten minutes to chat about our day, and it's a lovely little window of time for me to have all three of my kiddos together before they disperse to do their own thing.
🍁 I've recently ditched my nutty museli breakfast in favour of a bowl of hot porridge, which I enjoy very much. I make mine in the microwave with oats, milk and sultanas and finish with sliced banana and a weeny drizzle of golden syrup. Comfort in a bowl, especially on a freezing cold day.
🍁 These Moments of mine are a bit random aren't they, much like my life at the moment :)
Anyhow...this was a riverside walk/picnic that J and I took a few weeks back, on a beautiful clear sunny Monday at the start of November. I can't tell you how much I love that we get to do this sort of thing since J dropped his working hours to three days a week, it honestly has been life changing. Spending time together during the week still feels like the greatest luxury to me, even though we haven't yet been able to shake the feeling that we are bunking off!
🍁 Another beautiful hillside view - this photo was taken as I returned back home one morning after the school and supermarket run, so around 9.30am. As we are approaching the shortest day (4 weeks until Winter Solstice, yay!), I appreciate these kind of light, sunshiny starts to the day very much.
🍁 Sunday morning, 9am. I'd already been up for two hours, but on the spur of the moment I decided to make myself a coffee in my lovely new mug and sneak back into bed for a snuggle. Such luxury! Miraculously, my bed still held a slight warmth when I climbed back under my feather duvet, honestly, there is something so naughty and decadent about sneaking back to bed in the morning when the bed is still rumpled and warm.
🍁 I didn't spend long on my own as Little B is at an age where he still likes to seek me out and be close, but that was lovely too. He sat next to me in bed playing a game while I finished my coffee and browsed through the pages of this beautiful and inspirational book "Making Winter" written by my lovely friend Emma. I'll be writing more about this book when I continue my "Making the Seasons" project next month, it is such a beautiful set of pages to cheer and inspire.
🍁 I've been trying my hardest not to overwhelm you with a gazillion woodland photos of late, you know, being that I am obsessing about woodland stuff and all. I've got so many images on my computer that I could probably fill your screen with them for weeks on end, but I'm holding back - don't want to send you off yawning. The above photo was taken one Sunday morning a few weeks back, a short family jaunt into the woods that sit on the very edge of our little town.
🍁 Here I am, indulging my love of seasonal nature and watery reflections all at once, a double visual whammie. There is something so quietly beautiful about seeing sky and trees reflected in still water and I'm not sure I can add anything else to this particular quiet Autumn Moment.
🍁 Walking to my local pub to meet with my in-laws on Friday for a spot of lunch in the snug beside the open fire (yes, it's that kind of pub, cosy in the extreme). This little boat sails up and down the canal at regular intervals, carrying passengers on a short pleasure jaunt. It's powered by a very old engine and makes a very distinctive chugging sound as it makes it's way up the Spring Branch towards the castle. The aforementioned pub is just out of sight on the right hand side over looking the water, and is a really lovely place to while away an hour or two. All this jollity on my doorstep, gosh, I do feel very lucky indeed to call this place home.
🍁 "Mum!!!! Muuuuuuum!!!! Come quickly!!!!!! You've got to come and see this!!!!" That was Little B yelling at me from his bedroom one morning, his school trousers half way on and half way off and his curtains half way open and half way closed. I of course pelted up the stairs in a panic wondering what an earth the emergency shouting was for, to be greeted by the most incredible sky. It was fast moving and changing by the second so I was lucky to catch it on my camera (after a breathless dash down the stairs and straight back up again, panting). I loved that the Little People were so excited to see me catch the moment in a photo, and that we all stood and watched the shifting clouds and felt uplifted by the sight. Even if it was already twenty past eight and we had to rush like crazy to get out the door ten minutes later. Some things are worth just stopping still for, aren't they?
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