Baked apples

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I remembered the joy of baked apples tonight and I’m so glad I did – they’re wonderfully easy. Wash, remove core (my apple core remover is a favourite kitchen tool), replace said core with sultanas, currants or honey and pop in the oven for twenty-five minutes. With or without custard or other sauce, fluffy baked apples are warming and delicious – and somehow all the more so if they’re from one’s own garden.

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A cloud of interests

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There wasn’t
time enough for all the wonderful things
I could think of to do

in a single day. Patience
comes to the bones
before it takes root in the heart

as another good idea.
I say this
as I stand in the woods

and study the patterns
of the moon shadows,
or stroll down into the waters

that now, late summer, have also
caught the fever, and hardly move
from one eternity to another.

Mary Oliver
From ‘Patience’
New and Selected Poems
Volume Two

Happy September! I’m having a quiet evening and feeling peaceful and mellow.

I’ve been thinking, too, about my automatically generated ‘tag cloud’ here, and of how it gives a pretty good account of some of my chief interests … inner life, contemplation, Edinburgh, poetry …

Autumn and winter will be warmed by an array of interests and occupations like these.

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Cycling

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Everything on earth is engaged in cycling through purposeful seasons. The biosphere is sometimes beyond our comprehension, and at other times simply unnoticed. We have our favoured seasons. Most like mild conditions, neither too hot nor too cold. Bees at work in summer are readily noticed. The ground-level mulching and the breaking down processes (in earth and in us) not so much. Noticed or unnoticed, the cycle continues. I love many different aspects of each of the four seasons. And I realised, walking through the city streets of Edinburgh in the early hours of the morning, that I love this world more generally, too. It is my home. It is our home. I shall try to participate more fully in the cycling. I shall try to be quietly purposeful – and thankful.

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Winter readying

My little garden studio is always given a reshuffle during the autumn / winter months, the better to accommodate the lighting of the log stove and avoid being toasted.

And I’ve been working on making the garden winter-ready this morning. It’s looking bare and angular. But there’s a mellowness too: shades of gold and red and orange. I’ve been glad of the company of a robin, and of the appearance of a couple of brave autumn crocuses …