I keep finding drawings that I did at sketchfu all those years ago that are popping up on my memories page. I just want to share them because I’m quite proud of them considering it was just a site with basic tools. I’m posting a different set in a minute. I did do drawings of more people but they haven’t emerged from the depths of FB yet.
Your bruises show on your skin.
Where wind and birds have scratched
And clawed at you.
But impenetrable until ripe
Your green skin is freckled and dented.
Even squirrels attempted a nibble
But the weight of your plumpness denied their grip,
Instead hurling you to the hard ground.
Collected to be put into a pie,
Cut up or discarded.
Your fate awaits.
I really must use these apples up. We have had them for a couple of weeks and apart from stewing them I also made an apple lattice pie. But its that time of year when you get a glut of fruit. Im wondering whether to slice them up and then freeze them? Or maybe make them into apple sauce, or even chutney. But I dont have any recipes. I guess I could make something up…..
I made some cider with a friend last year, its still brewing as far as I know, but she moved away and I dont want to pester her about it.
Apples are interesting. I think there are a lot of old varieties that have disappeared over the years, leaving one or two surviving without people knowing where they are. Old trees in old orchards that have been neglected. But which might be an extraordinary discovery if one is ever found.
Oh to be a happy pear,
Sitting on an old blue stair.
Or an apple with a smile,
Laughing and joking all the while.
What a jape
To be a grape.
And even when the sun don’t shine,
Have a drink with lots of lime.
Maybe even eat a lemon
And then again a small persimmon.
But never ever be an orange,
Cause there’s no rhyme to go with it!
We have lots of apples this year, some from our trees and others from a glut of apples from local gardeners. My partner bought a couple of bags. We also had some damsons this year off a tree. If you look closely, hiding in the front of my fruit bowl, are three tiny tomatoes which I grew (they didn’t do so well this year).
What to do with them? Last week I made an Apple lattice pie, this time I stewed some of the apples and damsons with a bit of water and some artificial sweetener that you can use in cooking. The result was a pink fluffy mess of stewed apples…
What to have with them? I could have served them with cream, or icecream, or custard. But I decided to try some shop bought organic rice pudding. The result was delicious.
I wish we grew more crops, we got some good red peppers, and a cucumber this year. I might try growing some courgettes and marrows next year. We also grow raspberries and the next door neighbour has wild blackberry canes growing into our garden so I also pick those. One thing that didn’t grow this year was some onion sets off a friend. I think out garden is too overshaded by trees that have grown up. We may have to cut the trees back a bit. We have also grown potatos in the past. That’s something else to grow next year.
Summer and its flavours,
Crisp and crunchy flowers,
Take us through the hours,
of summer bright and light.
Hot and tasty bowers,
Nasturtium flowers are sour,
But sweet plums ripen here
In the shining Sun.
Before the ripe tomatoes,
Before the mellow mists,
Before the damp of Autumn,
Summer gives its gifts.
Sunshine and wild showers
Heat for many hours
Summer cooks its fruit,
Raspberries and pears.
Oranges and almonds
Appear on our tables
Strawberries of fable
Melt with mint and cream.
Plums and pomegranates
Begonias and daisies,
Lobelia and lemons,
Summer coloured sweet.
Now come the dark days,
Shorter every hour
Equinox is coming
Day will turn to night.
Never lose the summer
Keep it in your mind.
Smell and taste its wonders
Soon to burst again.
I love the summer,
I love the light,
I hate the winter,
Brings on dark and night.
I thought we had eaten all the cherries off out two cherry trees, but Richard went out on some step ladders and a broom today and managed to pull down a couple of branches. He came back with about a third of a bowl of the ripest and darkest cherries we have ever had off the trees.
I was surprised, basically because we leave the top half of the trees to the blackbirds. Every year they eat their fill of them. But its such a pleasure to have the fruit that I don’t begrudge the birds any of them.
At the same time our pear tree is gradually filling with fruits, they are quite well hidden because they are not very big yet. Our pears are the same colour as the foliage so they just don’t show up much against the leaves, where the cherries seem to glow with their internal fire of red.
Small apples are also growing slowly. The weather is hot and dry and the apples are not swelling up much. I’m not sure what sort of crop we will get. Last year all but one of the apples fell off in June so at least we are doing better than that.
We got all the fruit trees from our local Woolworths store. That was a few years ago before the firm went out of business. They were a good bargain.
What did I do with the cherries? Washed and stoned them, then had them with a small amount of vanilla icecream. Delicious and cool. Tasty.