I love autumn. At least, I think I do. What I actually love is the idea of autumn. The pumpkin-spice-flavoured Instagram version, not the reality. I hold autumn in such hopeful regard that every year, while I’m immersed in the unbearable heat of summer, I picture myself in days to come.
Everytime mud came up, in my head I heard: No Mud, No Loutus. Though in this context, that might just add to the vexation.😅
I see you doing guided sensory walks through local forests and such, combining your storytelling skills with your love and deep understanding of the land. Maybe some foraging too? Ending with a camping stove for a tea ceremony made from all the foraged bits and bobs.
Was soooo lovely to listen to your soothing voice whilst washing my dishes this morning.✨🍂🥹 Just pure magic.🪄
That's a lovely idea, Suzy. One day, when I grow up, I'd love to have a little smallholding where I can run courses and foraging adventures. (Not all taught by my though!)
Oh I'd love to read that poem once it's written, Fotini. And you are more than welcome. I'm beyond thrilled that the exercise inspired something so beautiful. xx
Another laugh out loud post Miranda! It was the foot rot today!! I almost wrote a post this time last year called ‘there will be mud’, but it never quite happened - perhaps this year, there’s plenty of inspiration in the woods where I walk the dogs!! 🤎🍄🟫
I have no doubt you'll have plenty of opportunities to be inspired by mud this season, Emily. We've only just begun. (Now I have the Carpenters in my head.)
I have all the same feelings when autumn arrives, the anticipation of all that golden crispness, the long walks without returning soaked through from the burning heat of summer (not that that was the case this year!) only to find the rain arrives and everything that was dust turns to slime and mud which sticks to everything... not least a curly haired terrier who seems to rejoice in rolling in the absolute worst of every muddy puddle... and oh how I share your garden woes too Miranda, the plants - I have that same fennel problem - we are so proud of when they first germinate and grow into something edible, only to find the following year that in fact that is all there is because its taken over the entire garden! And yes, those damn roots are beasts aren't they! I have a Burdock problem too - these roots are twice as tough and twice as long and seed just as prolifically - worse, they catch in and on anything that brushes past once the seeds are formed! I could scream... I do scream!
Thank you for sharing the fog bow here, every time I see that photo I am transported...
Have a great week - would you believe its like summer here again? 🤷🏻♀️xx
I think if burdock took root here I'd be a lot more ruthless in removing it. Those burs are a perpetual nuisance with a wooly coated dog. The last time he picked up a cluster on all four legs, Pickle just stopped walking until I'd removed them and thrown them aside--then walked back into the cluster I'd just detached from him. I could have wept--if I wasn't busy laughing.
I have the same problem with my little scruffy terrier, thankfully though he learns fast and hates anything that even looks like burdock, but, ohhh the sheep wool… ! And they love the leaves!
Do you have sheep, Susie? How had I not realised that? How do you remove bits from sheep fleece? I’ve seen them around our way with great lumps of the things embedded in their fleeces and it doesn’t look very comfortable. Do they let you help?
There're a couple of types of fennel, Leanne. You might be thinking of Florence fennel which has a nice chunky bulb that's good roasted. I don't think that's so problematic/enthusiastic as the common/sweet/bronze fennel. Don't quote me on that though! I'd hate to be responsible for a takeover in your own garden. x
Oh what a magician you are, Miranda.🪄✨🍂
Everytime mud came up, in my head I heard: No Mud, No Loutus. Though in this context, that might just add to the vexation.😅
I see you doing guided sensory walks through local forests and such, combining your storytelling skills with your love and deep understanding of the land. Maybe some foraging too? Ending with a camping stove for a tea ceremony made from all the foraged bits and bobs.
Was soooo lovely to listen to your soothing voice whilst washing my dishes this morning.✨🍂🥹 Just pure magic.🪄
That's a lovely idea, Suzy. One day, when I grow up, I'd love to have a little smallholding where I can run courses and foraging adventures. (Not all taught by my though!)
The smell of soil reminds me of my mum and her hands... but that is another theme for a poem or many poems.
Thank you for sharing my little crocus and my poem. It means the world to me, Miranda! 🙏
Oh I'd love to read that poem once it's written, Fotini. And you are more than welcome. I'm beyond thrilled that the exercise inspired something so beautiful. xx
Another laugh out loud post Miranda! It was the foot rot today!! I almost wrote a post this time last year called ‘there will be mud’, but it never quite happened - perhaps this year, there’s plenty of inspiration in the woods where I walk the dogs!! 🤎🍄🟫
I have no doubt you'll have plenty of opportunities to be inspired by mud this season, Emily. We've only just begun. (Now I have the Carpenters in my head.)
Oh yes indeed!! So many opportunities 🤣
I have all the same feelings when autumn arrives, the anticipation of all that golden crispness, the long walks without returning soaked through from the burning heat of summer (not that that was the case this year!) only to find the rain arrives and everything that was dust turns to slime and mud which sticks to everything... not least a curly haired terrier who seems to rejoice in rolling in the absolute worst of every muddy puddle... and oh how I share your garden woes too Miranda, the plants - I have that same fennel problem - we are so proud of when they first germinate and grow into something edible, only to find the following year that in fact that is all there is because its taken over the entire garden! And yes, those damn roots are beasts aren't they! I have a Burdock problem too - these roots are twice as tough and twice as long and seed just as prolifically - worse, they catch in and on anything that brushes past once the seeds are formed! I could scream... I do scream!
Thank you for sharing the fog bow here, every time I see that photo I am transported...
Have a great week - would you believe its like summer here again? 🤷🏻♀️xx
I think if burdock took root here I'd be a lot more ruthless in removing it. Those burs are a perpetual nuisance with a wooly coated dog. The last time he picked up a cluster on all four legs, Pickle just stopped walking until I'd removed them and thrown them aside--then walked back into the cluster I'd just detached from him. I could have wept--if I wasn't busy laughing.
I have the same problem with my little scruffy terrier, thankfully though he learns fast and hates anything that even looks like burdock, but, ohhh the sheep wool… ! And they love the leaves!
Do you have sheep, Susie? How had I not realised that? How do you remove bits from sheep fleece? I’ve seen them around our way with great lumps of the things embedded in their fleeces and it doesn’t look very comfortable. Do they let you help?
I love eating fennel but I’m definitely not planting it in my garden now!
There're a couple of types of fennel, Leanne. You might be thinking of Florence fennel which has a nice chunky bulb that's good roasted. I don't think that's so problematic/enthusiastic as the common/sweet/bronze fennel. Don't quote me on that though! I'd hate to be responsible for a takeover in your own garden. x
Leanne, I really don’t blame you!