Stop all the clocks

Autumn term stars tomorrow. Summer has been and gone and somehow I filled those lazy days. I packed my basket over and over with homemade cinnamon roles, German Streusal Coffee cake, brownies, chocolate chip cookies, peanut butter cookies, coconut macaroons and gave them all away. I feasted with friends on lasagne, focaccia and a ham baked in coca-cola like Henry the VIII might have eaten. I knitted a cherry coloured scarf from thick, sumptuous yarn. I read, and read and read. I watched films until late at night. I picked plums from the tree in the garden. I had coffee fueled catch-up chats in Cuernavaca. I wrote, and wrote and wrote. I had all the windows and all the doors open at every minute. I taught an interested anglophile how to make trifle. I remembered French verbs and struggled with conjugations. I stood in the summer rain and smelt the sweetness of wet grass. I jumped at thunder and lightening. I sat by candle light through power cuts. I started again.