Tuesday, 1 November 2016

A New Month


From one of the books I picked up on Saturday  Celtic Book Of Days-- Samhain - The New Year

From sunset last night to sunset this evening Pagan and Celtic people would have celebrated Samhain. The beginning of the dark half of the year - Not my favourite thing to celebrate that's for sure and I'm still suffering from being awake too soon and hungry at the wrong time of day all due to clocks changing. You'd think I'd be used to it after 61 years but no, I still moan for about a week until my body clock settles.

After getting back from the book sale last Saturday we walked round to the jumble sale at the Scout Hall and apart from 20p to get in only spent 20p on a new notebook/diary in a case that will be a Christmas present.
 Decided I'd better not go to the car boot sale on Sunday (due to spending  too much money at the book sale)  so spent the morning in the kitchen. We were given some windfall cooking apples so I made a pie and used some in the mincemeat mix. Then I rustled up some tomato soup (carrots, onions, tinned tomatoes,tom puree, stock, flour to thicken) cooked some chicken joints for Cols lunchtime sandwiches and finally shoved a tray of scones in the oven as the cake tin was empty. That's the most cooking I've done at once since we moved here as cooking and baking all seemed a bit pointless when I was spending so much time on my own.

Looked on my recipe page to see if the mincemeat recipe was listed there and it is but then I found a couple of comments that I didn't know were there - whoops, sorry folks. Is Upcyclerbypaint still reading?.

 Colin's fitness is coming along in leaps and bounds (hope it's not just the steroid tablets!) and yesterday he decided he was well enough to walk to the library and back........his first time, I've done it a couple of times but really prefer to bike, even if it means pushing the bike up the hills. 0.83 of a mile according to Mapometer, 15 minutes sit down to look at the newspaper and 0.83 home again. It was blinkin' warm walking yesterday, it's up hill nearly all the way home but he was less worn out than I was!


 And about as far away from Pagan customs as it's possible to get, here is part of a poem written for children

Dull November brings the blast,
Then the leaves are falling fast.
(from 'Months' by Sara Coleridge)


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Sue