I've been inside most of the day. Knitting, reading, thinking, napping, cooking. Cleaning house.
Enough rain for a flood watch, enough wind for a high wind warning. I'm posting a mud puddle in front of the gate warning.
The knitting:
The next row of the blanket, multi-colored. Big enough to be a warm layer now as I knit.
Cooking:
The last two peaches for the year were better cooked. Peach clafoutis (the idea from The French Market Cookbook by Clotilde Dusoulier, but the recipe from Cooking at Home on Rue Tatin by Susan Herrmann Loomis as I didn't have almond flour and I knew I liked this version). It was so good I had to remind myself that I like it better cold.
Garden and reading:
I had a gift certificate for my favorite book store. A good choice. I don't really consider myself a "beginner," and it still had some new things I want to try.
The quince is from the garden. I dashed out to pick them between rain showers. My best crop yet. About 20 pounds. The cores of quince (with the pips-the seeds) can be cooked down for a syrup for sore throats. Something I learned from Deborah Madison's book Local Flavors.
This spring I decided to try coneflower one more time. Instead of putting it directly in the ground, I planted it in a clay pot with the intention of putting it in the ground this fall. Did the same thing with some small lavenders and rosemary too.
Hoping that next weekend is drier so I can plant.
Thinking about resiliency as being prepared for whatever storms come our way.