The place to be
I can feel it on the wind, I can inhale its scent underfoot. Autumn is in full swing and at last I am ready to embrace the new season, the one I privately think of as The Knitter's Season. The sun sinks lower in the sky almost daily and tinges the changing colours of the landscape with every shade of warm gold to russet.
My daily dog walks are such a joy at this time of year, the ground soft and mossy beneath our feet, the slight crispness in the air, the thought of warm coffee on arriving back home and the welcoming smell of a stew in the oven.
I browse Ravelry in the evenings, my appetite for knitting re-invigorated, my head full of sweaters, my hands busy.
And my kitchen. Oh how I love my kitchen in Autumn, surely the place to be. I have been baking and baking, perhaps a little inspired by the strangely compulsive viewing of The Great British Bake Off. Victoria Sponge, Lemon Drizzle, Chocolate Chip Cookies and a rather fancy sort of Raspberry Cake. I have loved every moment, the smell of a cake rising in the oven, mmmm.
And of course it is preserving season. I love to jam and pickle, seeing the filled jars line the pantry gives one such a very wonderful feeling of smug domesticity. This week Damsons are the order of each day, the tree has outshone itself once more and I cannot bear to waste the crop, I have been picking great bowlfuls and after admiring their deeply coloured beauty I stand stirring and simmering, skimming the stones, my frozen saucer to the side; anxiously waiting for the exact moment of the "set".
Thank you Autumn, I resisted your charms as long as I could but I am all ready for you now, bring it on.
I can feel it on the wind, I can inhale its scent underfoot. Autumn is in full swing and at last I am ready to embrace the new season, the one I privately think of as The Knitter's Season. The sun sinks lower in the sky almost daily and tinges the changing colours of the landscape with every shade of warm gold to russet.
My daily dog walks are such a joy at this time of year, the ground soft and mossy beneath our feet, the slight crispness in the air, the thought of warm coffee on arriving back home and the welcoming smell of a stew in the oven.
I browse Ravelry in the evenings, my appetite for knitting re-invigorated, my head full of sweaters, my hands busy.
And my kitchen. Oh how I love my kitchen in Autumn, surely the place to be. I have been baking and baking, perhaps a little inspired by the strangely compulsive viewing of The Great British Bake Off. Victoria Sponge, Lemon Drizzle, Chocolate Chip Cookies and a rather fancy sort of Raspberry Cake. I have loved every moment, the smell of a cake rising in the oven, mmmm.
And of course it is preserving season. I love to jam and pickle, seeing the filled jars line the pantry gives one such a very wonderful feeling of smug domesticity. This week Damsons are the order of each day, the tree has outshone itself once more and I cannot bear to waste the crop, I have been picking great bowlfuls and after admiring their deeply coloured beauty I stand stirring and simmering, skimming the stones, my frozen saucer to the side; anxiously waiting for the exact moment of the "set".
Thank you Autumn, I resisted your charms as long as I could but I am all ready for you now, bring it on.
Comments
take care,
Nina xxx
K x
My damson jam set a bit hard - need to make some more!
Both Yarn Forward and The Knitter have some lovely autumn knits this month too.
Such a fabulous time of year - the best for putting you in touch with nature!
That cake looks just amazing, how lucky the person who got to lick the spoon from the icing bowl was!
Ali
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Helen x
I love autumn, too, and the temperatures here dropped exactly the first day of fall - perfect!
Do enjoy all the pickling and making jam!