Billowy fiendish wind sweeps
Sighing leaves from
Wintery willows reaching,
Leaning slender beams
From tender pillows, bending
o’er crispy fire red carpeted paths,
Beside the glistening river Ouse
I managed to pick a bag full of windfall Sweet chestnuts a couple of week’s ago. I roasted them and peeled them and after eating a few, because they were so delicious, I put half in the fridge and froze the rest.
I was contemplating cooking Chestnut risotto, however hubs isn’t keen so instead I made this wonderful hearty, autumnal soup. You could use rosemary instead of sage, spice it up with a pinch of paprika or use an onion instead of a leek.
I’m gluten and dairy intolerant so I didn’t add a swirl of sour cream, but you could and a sage leaf or sprig of rosemary.
I hope you enjoy trying out this recipe. If you can’t get fresh chestnuts I think you can by them in a pouch from the deli or supermarket.
We had this beautiful solid Oak front door made for us well over a year ago. However one reason or another, our door sat at the joiners waiting for our carpenter to come and fit it. At least I had plenty of time to choose door furniture to compliment the style of the door.
The door furniture is handmade antiqued brass and is very solid! I am looking forward to decorating the front door with a festive wreath this year. Hopefully next spring I’ll design an Oak garden gate to match!
Is writing my poetry blog a deliberate distraction from the challenge to write a novel in a month?
Is the act of writing and rambling a way of getting the creative juices going?
I have had the main characters in my novel swirling about in my brain for a couple of years, may be longer. When I’m walking with the dogs, watching them and noticing the changing cloud formations or ripples on water, I can zone in on the action of the novel and what the characters are feeling and thinking. When I stop and feel close up to nature, my world reverts to poetry.
I find at first light I greet the day with my cup of coffee and pen poised to write about 1800-2000 words. My husband has gone out to work, the dogs are stretched out on the sofa. I love the quietitude. If it is calm and silent, my felt tip fibre pen takes off. I know this novel won’t be perfect because if I was using the language of poetry, it would probably take me the rest of my years to finish the first draft. I’m just letting the innocence of the novel flow and see where it ends.
For the Nanowrimo website I created a quick cover design and thought of a title: this may change.
I will always be a nature poet and photographer who writes the occasional novel. Even the genre is a tricky one. I don’t want to restrict myself.
Writing is freedom.
I’ve spent most of midsummer in the garden, temporarily abandoning rhe armchair I’ve been reupholstering. Over the last two weeks I’ve returned to Maria’s workshop to complete my project. Sometimes it’s good to give a project a rest, so you can come back with new enthusiasm and new ideas. As you can see by the picture, the outside arms have been almost completed apart from a little bit of sewing where you can see the pins on the photo bottom left. I have also fitted the front of the seat in the beautiful ‘Moon’ wool check. One of the trickiest pieces of work was to sew the button pleats with a curved needle; my fingers became really sore and it was difficult sewing tiny stitches so that they were invisable. All done now! The next task was to fit the webbing on the seat. This is tricky because the webbing…
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This photo was taken just a few week’s ago on beautiful October day. We often spend our holidays walking along the North Norfolk coastal path with our Border Collies. The Salt Marshes have a wild beauty unique to Norfolk and is a fabulous place for spotting seabirds, wildlife, wild flowers, butterflies and dragonflies. We were walking from Stiffkey to Morston when I took this opportunity to photograph the Creek with the sleeping boats gently swaying as the tide came in. I wonder who uses the jetty? Who built the jetty?
November dark evenings are a good time to reflect on our holidays. This picture also fits Cee’s Which Way challenge for this week.
Through wild woods,
Parting shimmering drapes,
Greeted by a fanning of tiny hands
Seated next to dryads wrapped in cosy ruby capes.
Swirling dervlas swish folksy skirts,
Weaving dreamily through silver birches.
Waiting for woodland girl to emerge, her gown tinged with whispers
of pearly tears.
The audience sighs!
Queen of the forest has arrived!