Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Where's my blogging mojo gone?

Time and events have taken over - some stories are not mine to tell; while the Glam. Ass. somewhat cavalierly waved his bandaged and un-bandaged paw at the camera and said 'Go on, photograph this then' it didn't seem quite right. Too, too intrusive.  I think it will suffice to say: 1. Don't argue with a circular saw and expect to win. 2. I am surprisingly unsqueamish and calm in a crisis and 3. He's doing very well, thank you.

The last two weeks have seen a lot of driving to and from the hospital in Shrewsbury and I suppose in the scale of things that's small beer. Today the splint was removed and with it came a tad more mobility for the GA. He is without most of a little finger but it continues to haunt him. The other fingers are mending and he is desperate to regain normal function; the stuff we take for granted - the miracle of co-ordination that is the human hand. I can hear him clettering the supper dishes (and my ear is cocked for a cack-handed crash) but it will take a while.

Enough of that and a few anodine observations instead.

The last of the summer's crops are ready to be gathered in. The little orchard has apples and pears and the are quince in abundance. I have my own harvest festival moment.
There is mince meat to be made - the kitchen fills with the scent of apples and spices. The recipe is from the sainted Delia's Christmas Collection.
The weather has been surprisingly good but on the day we visited Powis Castle the clouds descended around our ears. We walked amongst the autumn borders - still colourful with late flowering perennials. In a rather orderly orchard apples and pears hung heavily on old and closely pruned trees underplanted with low growing herbs, stachys and the ophiopogon nigrescens. It's such a neat garden; closely clipped grass, yew and topiary, borders contained by box hedging. I've visited in summer too and even when the season is at its most flamboyant there is barely a leaf out of place.
Only outside the garden can nature take hold; up in the faintly disheveled parkland that surrounds Powis, from midst the underbrush of bramble and bracken - out of the misty distance - came the roar of stags - an eerie sound which sent shivers up spines. Later in the day skeins of geese flew in, honking as they flapped across the valley where the Severn winds.

Today? The small mountain kingdom of Trelystan is washed in golden light right now, all aglow. We have yellow and red and russett. Great fluffy clouds scud across a blue sky. It looks as if there might be some warmth in the sun - don't be deceived - it's chilly out there.

Time to light the log burner and watch the flames.


Jayne said...

Oh dear poor Glam Ass he will be getting a new nickname soon if he's not careful. Seriously that must have been quite a traumatic day.

Your harvest looks lovely. All the fruits have excelled this year.

Twiglet said...

I love these bright Autumn days. Your harvest looks wonderful. Regards to the Glam. Ass. and so good to hear he is recovering from his trauma!

Wipso said...

Glad to hear the patient is making steady progress. Love the garden produce.
A x

bayou said...

Oh no!!! What was that? Just back from the Southern trip and finding such horrid message. Oh dear! I hope it will all recover so that he will be able to continue his wonderful wooden crafts. I wish you both well.
Lovely veggies. The quinces waited for my return and will make jelly soon.
Great to read that you stay calm in such moments of crisis. Chapeau!

rachel said...

Gulp. Poor Glam Ass; poor you - no wonder you haven't felt bloggy of late. (Thank you for not posting photos.) Circular saws, chainsaws, dangerous boys' toys all. The boys do love 'em so!

Best wishes to Himself for a rapid recovery, and fully-restored function to the pruned hand.....

MBNAD woman said...

Yeouw ... I argued with a stanley knife 24 years ago and still have the proud scar. Your GA could always pass himself off as Zorro of the Marches!

Log burner time again. Not all bad news when the weather turns.

Mad x

Fennie said...

Wonderful produce. Hard winter fare. So glad GA is mending. First frost here this morning. Time to bring in the geraniums.

Pam said...

I'm sorry that the GA hurt himself and I bet you were both horrified! Anyway, he's on the mend so that's good.
As usual your horticulture & photography skills impress me :-)

SmitoniusAndSonata said...

Dear Heaven! Those things have always scared me witless.
You certainly sound as though you can keep your head admirably and just the person to have around in an emergency (though making mince meat now does show a certain black humour !)
You're obviously having the same lovely late Autumn we've been enjoying , each day to be treasured . Long may it last .

Nikki-ann said...

Ouch! Dad once took the safety guard off a circular saw and sawed down his thumb as a result (the surgoen told Dad there's 2 things he can't stand, the 1st being circular saws and the 2nd being motorbikes... Dad didn't mention he'd got one of those too!).

I really should make a visit to Powis Castle some day (after all, I work a stones throw away). Dad volunteers there once a week... something for him to do other than play with circular saws and motorbikes!

elizabethm said...

I took some of your quinces down to Devon for my mother who loves them! I need to get on and make some jelly. We also had a fabulous apple and quince crumble when daughter and family were here last weekend, wonderful smell, so thank you!

Pondside said...

You've had a rough beginning to autumn. It's no wonder you haven't felt like writing. I don't know where you'd have found time.
Believe me, The Great Dane has had a lecture or two on saw safety in the last two weeks.
Wish I lived closer - I'd show up with a bottle of good Malbec and a strong cheese and talk about your lovely book, which I have thoroughly enjoyed. Now, that's something to say about a local history of a place I've never seen.

GeraniumCat said...

Oh heavens! I had 2 members of my family lose parts of fingers to circular saws, I feel queasy just remembering, so heartfelt commiserations to you both.