A quiet day on Kenny Farm

A much-needed quiet day with Lorraine. I picked and chopped up a delicious pear from our little pear tree and the final four Kenny farm blueberries to go in our yoghurt with our seeds and nuts this morning. The satisfaction this gives me is hard to overestimate. As it was Sunday, Lorraine and I had a second piece of toast with jam on it. We certainly know how to have fun. 

Then we surged into the spidery garden, doing assorted pond related bits and weeding and tidying. We fished out a bucket's worth of assorted pond plants to take to Beth and James. And had also loaded the car up with bags of garden waste from this morning's work, plus a couple of rotten old MDF cupboards and an old storage heater which were littering the garden. At the tip, Lorraine gave a woman a piece of pond mint.

Then home and I immediately went for a walk before the expected rain. Listening to Jeeves stories, which are a tad lighter than the Autobiography of Jung. Home just before three, shortly before the rain restarted (it has been raining every day this month). Off to Morrisons with Lorraine. I must be a bit simple minded, but I love it when we go to the supermarket. 

We drove past the place where the boy called Josh had been killed, and there were flowers everywhere. 

Then home, and I called Mum -- I'm off to see her tomorrow. Lorraine cooked a delicious chicken and dhal curry, with purple broccoli cooked with cumin seeds, garlic and ginger and chilli flakes. Rather yummy.  

Toby called tonight, and is settling back into his normal routines again and is back at school again, and was sounding good. Romy returned safely from her tornado adventure in Japan. 

Outside strong winds and rain. Summer seems to have gone now.