Autumn Daze

I never had any desire to move to our hometown. Nor did DH. When he began talking about moving to New Zealand (much to my horror!), the place we now call home was never on the agenda. He knew the area - after all his parents lived here - but it could be said that, figuratively speaking, he looked down his nose at it. (We have since discovered that the disdain with which many Kiwis treat our area is totally unwarranted.)

How we came to be here was through a series of God-incidences and now, twenty-two years later, we still believe we're meant to be here. (Even if we occasionally daydream about moving down to the South Island - or up North when I feel I can't take another cold winter).

Today was one of those beautiful autumn days. And so, on this Sunday afternoon we were to be found enjoying the local river ... and entertaining the idea that perhaps -just perhaps - there is nowhere else in the world we would rather live. And hopefully at least one other person who shared the del…

Lots Of Ends

Today, I really wasn't feeling all that great, but knowing that guilt would plague me if I didn't do something "constructive", I decided to weave in a whole lot of yarn tails on the latest blanket that I'm working on while, at the same time, binging on some family-friendly shows.

Certainly, not my favourite job but now four blocks are completely done and the plan is to weave in ends each time I finish another block. I can pretty much guarantee that I won't meet that particular goal because the original plan when I started knitting the first block was to weave in as I finished a block and I kept putting it off.

It's not that I mind the sewing. After all, I enjoy patchwork and other crafts that involve a needle and thread. No, it's more that I hate the furry feeling of the yarn when I wet it to thread it. I'm sure there's an easy way around that - I'm just too lazy to change from the way I've always done it.

It's also rather monoton…


I'm not sure how it began ... or where he got the idea ... possibly something I said or did in the early days of our relationship led him to believe that we felt the same ... but DH considers a tramp of a few hours through unfriendly terrain the perfect opportunity to spend time together.

Don't ask me why.

When I'm not gasping for breath, I'm usually complaining. Hardly the perfect companion.

DH enjoys tramping - has always enjoyed tramping - but truth be told, I do not enjoy tramping. I tolerate it. I even like to boast about how much pain I've endured. I take lots of bad photos and post them on my blog. But enjoy? No. [Picture me shaking my head here.]

But because DH enjoys it and because it means so much to him, I usually agree to accompany him. So far I've managed to avoid overnight tramps that would really test my strength and endurance (and surely his patience) and even recently I've been able to convince him that a tramp of just a few hours is prefer…

Adapting Recipes, Breaking Promises, and Other Related (or Unrelated) Things

DH was busy making a path in our orchard (still in the beginning stages), Son#4 was at a wedding with his girlfriend, and even though it was cooler than in recent days, it was still too hot to quilt. After cleaning out my wardrobe (ah, there's that missing pair of jeans and why, oh, why, do I have accounts going back twenty years still hanging around?) I decided to get creative in the kitchen and do some baking.

We had a huge bag of walnuts from last year still sitting in the bottom of the cupboard and there were still half a dozen Granny Smith apples on the tree so I decided that a cake using those ingredients with maybe some spices and maple syrup would be just the thing to satisfy a sweet tooth (or three) later in the day.

I found this recipe for Maple Apple Walnut Cake and proceeded to mix it up with a few changes. Firstly, I didn't peel the apples. I never do and I like the chewiness of the skin when it's cooked. Next time I would dice the apples rather than slice. A…