Tuesday, October 07, 2008

Autumn, perfume, replacement

Posted by Picasa Ripe and ready.

The smell of quinces, chopped and stewed, and the sight and smell of the cooked fruit dripping from the jelly- bag into a bowl.

Steady rains keeps me in, so I replace a saucepan rack, which crashed to the ground the other day. The new one, screwed into position at the back of the larder is cause for quiet satisfaction, and one chore less on the list which always nags at the back of my mind.


Roderick Robinson said...

Sounds as if you've entered - or embraced - Rawlplug karma.

Unknown said...

I suppose Rawlplug is one of those trade names that has become part of the language, like Hoover.