Monday, August 29, 2011

Monday 29th August

The Quiet American promises home-made trout paté (with a deliciously softened t and a nicely accented e-acute) when we come tomorrow evening, and I promise the tarte tatin we didn't have the other night when  dinner was cancelled owing to bad news.  We feel cheered and a little defiant, but not inappropriately. 

(Now there's a mish-mash,  tarte tatin italicised, 'paté' not, at what point can Anglicisation be said to have taken place, I wonder?) 

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I have cut the grass, which makes everything in the garden look better, and puts a layer of cuttings over the apple waste on the compost heap that was drawing the wasps.

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Photo: Sun through sumac.


6 comments:

Fire Bird said...

sorry there's been bad news

The Crow said...

I echo Fire Bird and offer empathy.

Lovely photo of light painting the leaves with color.

Lucy said...

Cheers, both. Nothing unexpected, or really tragic, but sad all the same. I don't like to be cryptic, I'll maybe write a bit more later.

earlybird said...

When it becomes paté and not pâté, perhaps? :)

Smoked trout paté (pâté) ? yum...

Lucy said...

EB - arse. Hoisted by my own petard. I shall leave the error there to shame myself with. Thanks for stopping.

Anil P said...

The Sun is partial with what it will sometimes choose to catch and highlight. And most times it gets its choice right, like these leaves in your picture.