Not such a bright and shiny morning today, but cloudy and we have rain. I suppose the garden is happy for some moisture, although with Winter around the corner I think it will have enough moisture in the next months. So what do you do on a rainy Sunday? I know I will be at home, probably baking something with apples. I already had more than 200 and yesterday No. 1 son gathered another 50 from the tree. I like an apple now and again, but this is overdoing it a little. Otherwise I will not be embarking on any other cooking adventures today. I remember the days when my mum would spend all Sunday morning in the kitchen with the Sunday roast and perhaps baking a Yorkshire pudding to go with it. My dad would take me “down the lane” which was our local Sunday Morning market in East London, well known all over London as Brick Lane and Petticoat Lane. It was full of stallholders and a tradition. I would even get a drink of sarsparilla (a sort of ancestor of coke in the fifties). At least it got me out of mum’s way whilst she was in the kitchen.
It was watering day for my orchids yesterday and I noticed they seem to be doing strange things again. I am not quite sure what this growth will become – a root or a flower stalk, but it looks interesting. They have been flowering all through the Summer and now is slowly the time to bring them inside.
They do not do so well inside, but this year I have organised another place for them and hope they survive well through the Winter.
I had an unwanted visitor yesterday. It began to climb up the cupboard door and he was a little too large to adopt as a pet. If spiders hang around in corners they do not bother me so much, but not spiders that go exploring. As I opened the door to the cupboard he began climbing. He was not in the cupboard but outside and I brushed him down.
It landed on the floor, then No. 1 son entered the kitchen not seeing it, and so was the short life of a spider. This was not a common garden spider, so perhaps it was for the best.
And that was yesterday’s excitement. I am now off to do the usual and wish you all a good day. One of my visiting cats, Shoo Shoo, just arrived with a pleading look on his face, although he is always well fed.