So this is a recent breakfast.. homemade bread, given a wonderful golden colour by the addition of Bee pollen… and  English Breakfast Marmalade… I miss real marmalade, made with seville oranges like my Father In Law used to make….. have sent out begging emails :) You don’t seem to be able to buy Seville oranges in New Zealand, I look for them every January….

I really love Chilli jelly but I didn’t fancy all that dripping around…. anyway, this is what the jam looked like before the burning….. I used apples as a base…

I made a decent curry later to restore my battered chefs ego.. and found the best organic basmati I have ever tasted!

There hasn’t been much rain, but it suddenly became really cloudy and broody last night and we had lashings of the stuff… it was completely deafening on the roof… I love that sound! All the vegetables are getting ready for harvesting, but….. I need a few more weeks without frost, I am determined to get a couple of Spaghetti squash at least….. they have to be one of favourite vegetables in the world and I haven’t tasted one for over 5 years!

Winter is coming…. hurray!!  I love winter, that first smell of it in the air… firelight and dark nights,  wood smoke and the crackling of bonfires, candles and red wine, soupmaking season…. frost in the mornings, crunchy footsteps, the hunting and gathering of autumn and winter… in England when the summers were way too hot and humid, I used to get *SAD* in the spring!! I guess I was always upside down….

Paul brought me some veg from hids garden…. including Crystal Apple Cucumbers.. :)

I need to get the gutters cleaned and fit a downpipe…

Chatting to Debbo on Facebook

My Sphagetti Squash are growing well… the Wish Jar that Phoebe made me is working!!

Been trying to make books….!

Prozac Day 3 ……

I see a beacon looking for me
The naked one inside of me
I want a map of you
I am lost, searching, forsaken

I pretend I know where I am going
I feel like Baked Alaska
I touch the distance between us
I worry time will not wait for our truth
I cry at the broken things around me
I am lost, searching, forsaken

I understand there is no going back
I say we create our destiny
I dream of Fairy Tale endings
I try to believe in me
I hope we will find each other
I am lost, searching, forsaken

Red Sails…. Red Clouds… Red Roofs….Red Leaves….

Red Words…. Passion is red… I think..it must be… it burns me..

I dream of red sand…. of a trailer in the desert in New Mexico…. of running away….just for the sake of doing it, the adrenalin, the escape from the mundanity of another Monday…. a Monday thats not a holiday…

or maybe a street full of puddles in Dublin at twilight….I can almost smell the dampness in the air… I think I dream about those puddles…

I need to run away……

I have a camera…..I have been playing..!!  and I got my Flickr link working here….

I fell in love with Cat Stevens this morning, and can’t stop listening to The Wind…. my guitar wants me to learn to play it…. I am copying the lyrics here, because they are worth the trip….

The Wind

Anyway in the absence of midwinter Christmas parties, (we who travelled from the North need our time of light and celebration in the middle of winter…), I made soup… it was supposed to be orange like the sun, but it’s kind of more caramel coloured.. very delicious though.

I was listening to the Wilbury’s, and singing along while making it…hence the name….

Its pretty cool (but not very likely!) to have a friend for these times when you really need to offload, someone like minded who doesn’t mind if you text or call them at odd hours, but they are few and far between, I have only ever known one such person. Funny how odd folk can be about that….I have never minded being woken up at strange hours…

I think I like it actually, this never never land, and when the dawn does arrive, you have the hope of a new day. Although usually after an hour or so I am ready for the night again…..

I listened to this beautiful song during my wakeful hours…..

The other night, my mate was here with his bike…. and we thought about going to this gig in town, it was late, so he offered me a ride on his crossbar…! His bike is like so tall, the saddle is the height of my shoulders, and it was dark and….well I almost wimped out, but remembering the thrill of the last bike ride I almost wimped out of, I climbed aboard! (The wrong way at first… but I have never done this before!)

Wow….! it was thrilling…. can’t believe how fast we got to town, way faster than a car it felt!!! Zooming round corners and I didn’t fall off.

I think I am in my second childhood…. I would just like to ride around on crossbars all day and eat picnics and drive on the beach and get on that other big bike now and then!

I am gonna buy a pushbike for me tho, I had a beautiful one but it got stolen, back in Blighty…this was my old bike.. a Pashley Princess…which I wanted for years and years…long story to that one, but I guess it went with the tower… and as Prince Charming and his white charger had long since absconded with my tube amp..well..I needed transport…