This photo was taken with my digital camera and then manipulated with PhotoShop. The peach is from Italy, the plums are from our garden, and the grapes are from a nearby farm. Yvonne, who lives on the farm, brought a basket full of grapes and jars of plum jam to our Writers Group meeting this morning. I happily brought home a small bunch of grapes but passed on the plum jam.
Thanks to Norma and David Nairne, I now have a supply of jars and so plan to make the plum butter this afternoon. Yesterday I managed to get a couple of pounds of plums quick-frozen and into a bag in the freezer for future use. I harvested another 3 lbs of plums this afternoon. The jars as sterilizing and so it's time to tie on me pinny and get to work. (They use the term "pinny" or "pinafore" for "apron" over here).
The kitchen is one good place to be for in the sitting/dining area, hallway, study, and our bedroom the carpets were just steam-cleaned this morning and are still drying. They look ever so much better. Now if the smell of the cleaning product would only go away. I'll light a joss stick (incense) and help it along. Don is away playing golf with Gordon, having stayed home this morning to be here for the carper-cleaners.
It was four years ago this date that we arrived in Scotland to begin our new life. Our friends Haig and Trish Hamilton had us stay with them until we could get into our rental, The Old Jail. We had never seen that property but had seen some e-mailed photos of it as a work in progress. (It was a renovated space that had once been a school above and, in a different century, a small lock-up below. Latterly, it had been a storeroom for the local plumber and scout master. We would be the first people to live in the new dwelling created in the space.) We had the chance that afternoon four years ago to take a look at our future home. It was looking good but not anywhere near ready for prime time. The builders thought perhaps it would be ready to move into by the end of the next week. As it turned out, it was the 22nd before we finally moved in. Thankfully, the Hamiltons put up with us all that time without complaining (at least not within our earshot).
Thanks to Norma and David Nairne, I now have a supply of jars and so plan to make the plum butter this afternoon. Yesterday I managed to get a couple of pounds of plums quick-frozen and into a bag in the freezer for future use. I harvested another 3 lbs of plums this afternoon. The jars as sterilizing and so it's time to tie on me pinny and get to work. (They use the term "pinny" or "pinafore" for "apron" over here).
The kitchen is one good place to be for in the sitting/dining area, hallway, study, and our bedroom the carpets were just steam-cleaned this morning and are still drying. They look ever so much better. Now if the smell of the cleaning product would only go away. I'll light a joss stick (incense) and help it along. Don is away playing golf with Gordon, having stayed home this morning to be here for the carper-cleaners.
It was four years ago this date that we arrived in Scotland to begin our new life. Our friends Haig and Trish Hamilton had us stay with them until we could get into our rental, The Old Jail. We had never seen that property but had seen some e-mailed photos of it as a work in progress. (It was a renovated space that had once been a school above and, in a different century, a small lock-up below. Latterly, it had been a storeroom for the local plumber and scout master. We would be the first people to live in the new dwelling created in the space.) We had the chance that afternoon four years ago to take a look at our future home. It was looking good but not anywhere near ready for prime time. The builders thought perhaps it would be ready to move into by the end of the next week. As it turned out, it was the 22nd before we finally moved in. Thankfully, the Hamiltons put up with us all that time without complaining (at least not within our earshot).
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