Posted by Tania Kindersley.
I know I should have a spanking box set of opinions for you on the Irish bailout and what the North Koreans are up to with all that uranium and whether Sarah Palin really can fish or not (which is charmingly occupying Andrew Sullivan over at the Daily Dish). But today I do not. This is why I like writing a blog rather than a column or any official thing. Some days, I do not have to have an opinion. I cannot express to you what a luxury that is.
The most pressing matter on my mind is the making of hot dogs for the children's tea. It is exam season, so they are getting special treats. Normally of course we would make them eat raw vegetables and brown bread. Tonight though it will be delightful chipolatas with roasted tomatoes and fried onions and naughty white hot dog buns and all the trimmings. If that does not take their mind off the agonies of Latin revision, I do not know what will.
In the meantime, I leave you with some quick pictures of my cousin's garden.
Sometimes I think there is almost nothing I love more than a plain green leaf:
A brave euphorbia, still in bloom:
Along with a bold rosebud:
More glorious leaf action:
It turns out that there is lichen in the south. It is not Scottish lichen, of course, but still, it IS lichen:
I have always loved the expression: 'how do you like them apples', although I have never really known what it meant. (It's from The West Wing.) Still, occasionally I say it and hope no one will pick me up on it:
Anyway, how do you like them apples?
The classic Gloucestershire dry stone wall. It is very different from the one I have at home, but a thing of great beauty and ancient craft all the same:
The last of the autumn colour:
Yet more leaf, this time in the gloaming:
Not at all sure what this is, but it looks pretty:
And now for the FRIED ONIONS (said in the manner of Buzz Lightyear, To infinity and Beyond…..)