Is that it for the summer?
We’ve had a marvellous summer, weather wise, but it does seem to have come to rather an abrupt end. It was distinctly chilly this morning as I chose my fleecy dressing gown over my brushed cotton one to tramp down the stairs to feed the cat and empty the dishwasher. Always me??????
I was out cycling with Mr Jones on Saturday and there was a distinct layer of leaves scattered about the tracks.
It is no longer safe to leave the house without a cardi and the flipflops have been flung to the back of the wardrobe.
My mind is turning to casseroles of both the meat and sausage variety. We are choosing soup over salad for lunch.
I even gave in on Sunday and made a pie.
Well, three pies actually, one for now and two for the freezer. Far too much trouble to go to just for one pie.
I don’t usually give into pies until well into September.
I feel I’m nesting for winter. Adding an extra layer of fat with some comfort baking.
And Freya made muffins.
I’m holding out for an Indian summer but it’s too cold for salads.