You know the summer's coming to an end when you can fill an ice cream tub with blackberries.
We've been picking one or two here and there since the beginning of August, but last weekend we filled a tub in one go, with plenty more left on the bushes. We've already made blackberry ice cream and an apple and blackberry crumble (is there anything more indicative of autumn than an apple crumble?!), with more blackberries still in the freezer for something else.
And then of course, there's the last-ditch attempt at a summer this weekend, with sunshine and blue skies. A chill wind rather undermines the effort, though, and the noticeably earlier nightfall. However, I don't object to the sunshine. Have to get Vitamin D from somewhere.
I've enjoyed my summer of holiday reads, despite the disappointments, and the Joy of Crafting series, despite the growing realisation that perhaps regular craft-writing isn't for me. Crafting, yes; writing about it, not so much. But I have enjoyed writing about the books I've been reading.
My last few books from the holiday reading included Foxglove Farm by Christie Barlow (another in her Love Heart Lane series) and Jane Linfoot's The Cornish Beach Hut Cafe. Both lighthearted, uncomplicated reads. And I'm currently reading Terry Pratchett's Reaper Man. Not books which make me want to throw them across the room or scoff at stupidities. I have other books for that (see previous historical romances).
It is a quiet end to my summer break.
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