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Oh yes - Autumn. Season of mellow fruitfulness and all that jazz. Love it. Cooler days, much cooler nights, so much of abundance to pick ,reap and gather. It's time for my squirreling instincts to take over and begin the preparation for winter. I make sauce and chutneys from whatever comes my way - never mind that we aren't really sauce and chutney fans. I drool over my jars of jam sitting in the cupboard. Watching the tomatoes slowly coming to an end is a bit of a heartbreak. The courgettes are finishing and we haven't had our fill yet. A pumpkin, scorned through the hot days of summer, promises rich soups and delicious pies as well as roasted alongside potatoes and kumara and potatoes. It's cool enough now for slow cooked meals rich with flavour. I think of my mother's apple pie and cream and know I can never achieve the inch high flaky pastry that she made.
Things are changing daily. Leaves are losing their greenness and a hint of yellow and red shines through. It won't be long before everything is a blaze of colour and mistsappear and frosts start to bite. I resolve to make the most of the warm autumn days and sleep filled nights. Life doesn't get much better than this.
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