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We’ve been blogging since January 2010, about everyday happenings that bring us joy.

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Pop – My Sunday Photo

My house has a definitely eau de popcorn this weekend, but, despite my best efforts, I have no popcorn to show. I am a tad disappointed, to say the least.

The one crop from my garden that I was truly excited about, this year, was my popcorn. First time trying it. The seed packet made it sound easy to grow and pop. These were popping corn. What is not to like?

So I gave it a go. It grew well. Really well. The cobs were beautiful. I fed it and watered. Admired it. I dreamt of feeding my family great bowls of homegrown popcorn.

Except, it didn’t turn out like I hoped. It will not pop. I have tried everything, over the last two days. All the methods I know and more. I’ve researched. I now know more about the ins and outs of popcorn than any one should, who just simply wants to eat them. I’ve tracked down every reference to this specific type of popcorn and can find only two mentions of people popping it. These two are from the same source, so really it is just one. One. The rest explain how to successfully germinate the seeds and care for the plants, and then they go silent. No beautiful photos of people reaching into big bowls of popped popcorn.

So I give up. You cannot win them all and, in all fairness, I do win most times. Either the seeds were wrong or maybe my soil was lacking a particular nutrient. I won’t be growing it again. (Although I did find another variety that may be worth a go. 😉 ) Instead, I’ll strip these cobs, dry the seeds and use them either in jars as decorations or in heat bags. They are pretty. I cannot waste them.

I’m glad I gave it a go, but if you don’t mind, I’d rather not smell popcorn for a little while. Sigh.

(details: Fiesta popcorn)


For remembrance Sunday.

We should never forget.

Last carve – my Sunday Photo

I wasn’t going to post more Halloween photos this year. It felt enough, but then it occurred to me that next October may look a whole lot different for us. This may not happen again.

You see, we’ve entered twelve months of “last times”. Eldest teen finishes school in June. The likelihood is that she will be elsewhere, this time next year. Youngest is already showing signs of not wanting to carve pumpkins. That leaves Middle Teen and she’ll have so many demands on her time with school coursework by next October, I don’t know if she’ll be keen to carve.

This could be the last year of three carved pumpkins on our doorstep. Or any, for that matter. It’s OK. I’m fine with it. Time is moving on. We’ve had a good run.

Of course, they might still surprise me.

So one last pumpkin carving photo for the road, so to speak. It’s been fun.

Purple Toadstools – My Sunday Photo

I spotted these beauties, yesterday, in the garden. It was raining and dull. No good for photos, but they did stand out. Vibrant purple flashes in the grass. Like crocuses appearing in the spring. They are up where we cut the logs down to the right size to fit into the wood burner. I suspect the spores were transported on a log or sole of a boot, and found a good place to thrive.

They are covering an area of about metre and a half in diameter. Don’t be fooled by my photos. These toadstools are tiny. About 5cm across. Maybe 30 or more fruiting bodies. It’s the first year I’ve noticed them, although I’m sure they’ve been there longer. I’m always cautious about identifying fungi. I suspect I know what they are, but toadstools and misinformation are not a good combination.

This morning, I flattened a cardboard box to sit on and took photos of these little gems. Clocks have gone back today, and that’s how I spent my extra hour. On my tummy. Taking photos. In the frost. At first it was to identify them, but after a while I was chasing the light bouncing off them and the dew drops on the grass. Fascinated by the toadstools’ fur like texture, as I focused in.

If ever there was a magic moment in our garden, I’m sure this would be it.

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