Apple tree, September 1stHappy September–season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, as Keats said of autumn. I’m sad that summer is drawing to a close, but at least there are apples.
Yesterday we finished the szarlotka, and on Friday there will be cannoli. Maybe tonight we will have tarte tartin–although I am not sure we should have pudding every night. We are becoming what we eat.
Also yesterday I finished the August accounts, and I budgeted for September. It was great fun, but in the end I ran mad and ordered a pair of boots Made in England. As it happens, I do need a pair of boots for the autumn, and I cannot wear my navy blue granny shoes day in and day out.