What a gloriously sunny weekend. November has really gotten off to a fabulous start with it’s crisp sunny days and cold nights. I love it! Yesterday we decided to have ‘cook out’ and headed to a bay outside of Clevedon, on the river Severn. While the boys busied themselves climbing the rocks and discovering caves, Dan and I made camp and built the fire. We both love cooking outside in the colder months, there is something so primal about it.
November, the month of sparkle, magic and mystery. The last of the autumn leaves cling to the trees, like natures fairy lights in the grey misty gloom. When I think of the month November, I see images of dark velvety blues and emerald greens, deep magenta and sparkly gold. Many years ago I travelled to India in November and experienced first hand the stunning Hindu festival of Diwali. Those images of colour, fireworks and celebration will always remain. Children dressed
Sometimes the smell of Autumn just takes hold of me, and there is a real need in me to go to the woods. I love to forage for wild mushrooms, except I really wish I knew what I was doing, mushroom identification is a dark art, that’s for sure. My style of foraging is that I gather plenty, come home to identify them, get scared and end up throwing them on the compost heap! I should take a foraging course,
In autumn more than any other season, I tend to fill our home with nature finds. Walks in the woods will see us filling our pockets with acorns and conkers. A fallen stick covered in lichen or a pretty rust coloured leaf will find it’s way in to the home. Gathering them on our dining room mantelpiece, a ‘nature table’ of sorts. What better items to have on show than a bowl of shiny conkers or a vase of poppy seed
These past few days I’ve felt autumn in the air… the scent of the earth, the liquid hazy light, the colour of the hydrangea in the garden…. it’s coming, the golden hush. I love Autumn. It’s mellow musty smell, the abundance of harvests, orange pumpkins, kids scurrying for fallen conkers. The colour of the hedgerows, slowly, slowly turning through all the shades of rust until they fall, lying there waiting to be kicked and thrown by laughing kids. But before
This weekend we lit our first fire of the season. I love the ritual of making a fire, scrunching of the paper (or making twists), stacking the kindling on top in a tipi shape, then lighting the paper from below, watching the flame roar upwards. We have a log burner in our lounge, A little treat with some redundancy money I received from a job that I hated, many years ago. I love how now our beautiful log burner brings
There is something about Autumn that makes me want to gather. I don’t necessarily mean bringing in the harvest, but instead I love to fill my pockets with handfuls of sweet chestnuts, ripe apples scrumped from a field, cob nuts and of course sloes from our hedgerows. These of course fill me with a great sense of satisfaction, that I have in some way provided for my family in the upcoming winter months. In reality, these barely make it into
It’s been a month since Laura and I launched our new autumnal hashtag – #anatural_autumn. We have seen mid September and beautiful blue skies give way to misty mornings, and the first frosts. Oh Autumn, you are the darling of the seasons! The hashtag, over on Instagram, has changed and developed as we have moved through the weeks… bright blue sunny skies, a faint touch of amber hues, to full on fallen red leaves and pumpkins filling the frame. Lou