Tuesday, October 28, 2025

Blogtober 28: Home Affairs

 


While stopped at a traffic light this afternoon, my eye was caught by a row of golden maple trees swaying in the wind. How graceful they looked. These windy days will soon tear the leaves from their precarious hold. I am soaking in all the colour I can. 



These are the days to light candles in the evening. To be cozy by the fire. Sunday suppers are simple affairs. I used the last of the cherry tomatoes from our garden along with herbs and cheese to make a topping for bread slices. That along with crudites filled us nicely. 


Most book end papers are plain affairs. Louise Penny's hardcover books have beautiful ones, very painterly. I just checked my other books and some hardcovers have them and others don't. 


Today is the release date for The Black Wolf. I pre-ordered it and went to the bookstore today to pick it up. It will wait patiently until I'm ready for it. I'm in the middle of re-reading The Grey Wolf first. It ends with a question that leads into the next book, and I want to familiarize myself with the story once more. 


The sun was elusive today and by the afternoon it seemed quite dark. I polished my brass candlesticks and a brass vase. Fresh lemon juice, salt, a soft rag and some elbow grease made a big difference. 

Dinner tonight was a Cottage Pie - I confess that we always called it Shepherd's Pie when I was a child, but have since learned that the original was made with ground lamb. Cottage Pie is virtually the same but made with ground beef. A warming and hearty meal for a chilly day. 


While out collecting my book, I bought this jigsaw puzzle. How pretty it is with the snow in the garden. It will be good to assemble it while thinking of the gardening season to come in a few months. 

Mornings are so very dark now. We change time this weekend, and will gain light in the morning. I'm looking forward to that. I don't mind the evening darkness so much, but getting up in inky darkness isn't fun. I really have nothing to complain about. On IG I follow a young woman named Cecelia who lives on Svarlbard, in the far north of Norway. For her and the other residents, they've seen their last bit of sun until February. 111 days of polar night. I'd find that rather difficult, would you? 


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Blogtober 28: Home Affairs

  While stopped at a traffic light this afternoon, my eye was caught by a row of golden maple trees swaying in the wind. How graceful they l...