I returned to England on Wednesday.
It has been slow going.
A bit of laundry —
A visit to the market —
A few naps in between —
Finally, unpacking completely and storing my suitcase.
And for the first time I opened the shed door today. I sat down. I realized that I need to reorder some expensive supplies because I forgot to tell AP to refill my polisher while I was away. Darn.
I haven’t seen the sun since I left New York on Tuesday evening and the air has turned cool. While walking Pickles this afternoon I saw that the sloes and blackberries are very ripe in the field and so I rushed back home and grabbed some containers and returned to the hedges to pick my fill. As I plucked the blackberries away from the brambles I heard a little bird scolding me — several times as I picked. It needn’t have worried because there were plenty for all.
I am home and slowly stepping into the rhythm of my UK life.
I remember picking wild strawberries in Michigan when I was a kid.
Welcome back.As you pick your blackberries of fall…I’m enjoying a fresh pawpaw from my garden.
Date: Sat, 14 Sep 2013 17:47:40 +0000 To: marjorierchurchill@hotmail.com