We were woken this morning by thunder and torrential rain. Ten minutes later, there was blue sky and sunshine. Now, it’s a lovely evening with a red sunset behind the Scotch pines. They should be Scots pines, but it’s one case where I use the American, just because I can, darlings.
We picked vegetables today and have bags full. I’ve made ratatouille and was going to tackle the bean mountain, but I couldn’t quite be bothered. Our old friend Rev Dave said to me, a couple of weeks ago, that he has resolved not to do things he doesn’t enjoy any more (I might be paraphrasing, I’d have to check his email) and he’s quite right. There has to be an advantage in getting old, and not being obliged wins it for me. Not meaning one doesn’t want to help, of course. But duty doesn’t need to be part of the decision any more.
It’s either been too hot or too wet to sit out with a pre-dinner drink recently, but it was a lovely mild evening tonight, so we went out with Tim’s G&T and my glass of wine, and we giggled – no, that’s not quite accurate. I giggled and he indulged me. And then we came indoors to eat roast lamb and the aforementioned ratatouille and tomorrow we’ll make moussaka, because those aubergines aren’t going to eat themselves. The beans may have to, however.