The leaves - particularly the ash leaves - are falling in great showers here today in a brisk wind, and covering the new tarmac. The pine needles from our Scot's pines are falling in their thousands; no matter how many barrow loads the farmer sweeps up there are as many and more by the next morning. Within an hour of our window sills being painted last week by the painters, each sill was covered with pine needles. Luckily it was fast-drying industrial paint, so it was dry and they didn't stick. I went round and religiously swept them all off, today the wind is doing the job for me. (as the old man said 'never bother to sweep up the leaves, let borealis do the job for you' - as he will sooner or later).
This morning was our village coffee morning, always on the first Saturday of the month - and today it was especially well-attended. By half past ten the village hall was full and the talk was too loud for me to hear what anyone was saying (hearing aids have a nasty habit of picking up every sound, not just the one you want to hear).
There was the usual cake and produce stall, as usual staffed by A, and she had made - and brought for me - a couple of lasagnes made with minced turkey and without the celery she usually puts in. If you haven't tried lasagne with turkey do give it a try - it is jolly good and, of course, very low in fat.
There was the raffle with a large selection of prizes. I do not wish to win chocolate or sherry or wine, and I have enough 'stuff' without winning any more - so I always put a couple of pounds into the box but don't have any tickets - that takes care of that.
There is also a stall run by a lady who makes the most delicious Indian food. She always has a slow cooker with her so that her main dish of the day can be tasted before you buy it - good idea, don't you think? I bought a vegetable rice, a chicken sweet and sour balti and a chicken and coconut malay. The sweet and sour we had for lunch with the vegetable rice and the rest of the things I bought went into the freezer for the busy days to come, when I am out on my afternoon courses. That is the meals for this week taken care of. (My mother would turn in her grave at my laziness in buying food rather than cooking it from scratch). The lunch was quite a surprise to the farmer - I don't think he has had Indian food before, but he quite enjoyed it. Very hot, but plain yoghourt was delicious after it.
Food habits are changing so much aren't they? When I was a child we had good plain food - my mother was always a good plain cook. I don't think she ever bought a cake in her life, and yet there was always plenty of cake on the table. She was always highly suspicious of what she called 'bought cake'. When I think back, she seemed to spend most of the day either doing the washing, cleaning the house, or cooking. Now I have usually done all that in an hour (or a variety of machines has done it for me.) The result is that I can go out and about meeting friends, drinking copious amounts of coffee and attending classes. Can't be bad, can it?