Two of the pumpkins had adventures today. One of them became a very hearty pumpkin soup. Delicious with a little chicken stock, orange zest and nutmeg. The other became a gift for the lady who gave me the chairs. The last time I saw it, it was waiting proudly outside her front doorstep on a bright red horse chestnut leaf, a little note tied to its stalk with raffia. I wonder what the others will get up to...
Today was the first day I was able to see my breath drifting all white and smokey in the air while I was sitting in the shack. I'll have to get the ashfelting patched soon, before the wet weather really begins.
There seems to be a little roosting indentation in the wren's leaf mound. Perhaps there is method to her madness after all.
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