Dahlias and Daddy Long Legs

Somewhere between those last wet but muggy weeks of August and this bright, crisp day, the last of September, we have tumbled into Autumn. The duvet is back on my bed, the first leaves are beginning to fall, and this morning on the walk to the tube station I could see my breath. Whilst I have been slowly, slowly sorting through my Italy photos and getting them up here, I have also been embracing the start of my favourite season fully. A glass of home-made, home-grown apple juice to start the day or an apple grated into muesli. Sunlight on wood, a recent charity shop purchase of an old cocktail cabinet, my latest pride and joy. A weekend in Norfolk, two batches of chutney made, and two types of jam. Swamped by cooking apples, and blink-and-they're-marrows courgettes. Dahlias from Mum's garden, gladioli too, blazing, beautiful. Daddy Long Legs everywhere, rising from un-mown grass disturbed by our footfall, or sheltering on windowpanes from the rain. Cooking with oats and cinnamon, so perfect for this season, crunchy granola, porridge with pears, raspberry dotted flapjacks.