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Dust If You Must

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My home is a small stone cottage in the Clwydian Hills of North Wales. Last week our central heating boiler died, so this week it is being replaced. Not a problem you might think! Well……

The cottage is something in excess of 100 years old. It is built from stone and then White rendered. In fact it’s an up and down sort of a building full of odd steps, nooks and crannys, but we love it. Anyhow, I digress, the boiler has arrived all shiny and new. The plumbers have arrived and needed to drill a hole through the outside wall.

The wall is 22 inches thick and made of Granite!! They’ve just broken through to the outside so I suspect that the job might take a little longer than planned. You wouldn’t believe the level of dust within the house, or how far it spreads. I thought of the following poem with a rye smile because dust I must!

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I will show you the “after” pictures when it is eventually done!

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Ode to Autumn

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Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness. (John Keats)

There is no greater Autumnal pleasure than a walk down a country lane (me!)

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This lane leads away from my cottage and up the hill. This Autumn day it was extra specially gorgeous. The blossom was blowing in the air like confetti. As I walked up the hill I found a bounty of Blackberries not yet eaten by the birds. I picked some and left some for the birds to share.

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I was scratched, nettled and happy. My fingers were a delicious shade of purple. Benji dog thought it a good idea to steal some from my box but I rescued enough to make a pot of jam or jelly.

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Ive only just learned the difference between jam and jelly! Jam you cook with the sugar until set. Jelly you cook only the berries, strain and then add sugar and cook until set. Both are delectable.

Autumn, a Romantic View.

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Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness” so aptly describes Autumn here in North Wales. The poem ( or ode) was written by John Keats on the 19th September 1819 as he walked through the fields near Winchester. The poem describes the still warm weather and the hedge rows full of ripe fruit. Around here the mists cling to the fields in a morning before giving way to lush warm afternoons. The squirrels are gathering their hoards and the fields are a wonderful ripe honey colour. Heaven!

As an English woman living in Wales I am proud to live in the United Kingdom. I am delighted that yesterday Scotland voted to keep the kingdom United. By a coincidence I am off to Scotland next week and really looking forward to the Autumnal colours and scenery. I will seek out vintage emporiums, craft venues and gorgeous views, caf├ęs, people and ( hopefully ) weather. I will hopefully report back soon.My kitchen window sill Pumpkin and Grandson