Monday, November 6, 2017

Approaching mayhem.

Thanks to a combination of a full moon and a completely cloudless sky the garden is bathed in clear white light. The PONs head out of the front door for their pre-breakfast 'comfort' break with a '' whoop whoop " of delight. 

This morning the PONs detect the scents of squirrels so all Angus sees of them are two wildly waving white tails disappearing over the brow of the hill into the orchard. The two tails , preceded by two wet noses, reappear fifteen minutes later.

Angus always has a half pineapple with breakfast. This morning there are two varieties - one from Ghana, the other from the Ivory Coast. These African varieties are too tart and hard for his taste. The greengrocer says the 'French' ones from Guadelope  - milder and a tad sweeter -  will be in tomorrow. In the good old days a pineapple was a pineapple - and in the Scottish Highlands - a think of great wonder.

Panetonne makes an appearance on the shelves. Hints of approaching Christmas popping up everywhere.

Chestnuts another - and very loud - hint of approaching seasonal mayhem.

No visitors due this week apart from the tree man who is scheduled to show up today to trim some branches overhanging the barn. The PONs find the tree mans ability to shimmy up high into the trees quite intriguing. His arrival will quite probably make this the best day ever.

The miracles of the digital colourist :


WFT Nobby said...

In my childhood a pineapple came out of a tin on special occasions was made into an 'upside down' pudding!
Let's hope the 'French' pineapples arrive soon.

Bella Roxy & Macdui said...

Nothing is as sweet as a fresh Fijian pineapple...

Coppa's girl said...

Pineapples are hit and miss here at the moment, no way of telling how sweet they are until you've tried a piece.
Penettone and chestnuts in all the supermarkets too.
Definitely a best day ever if there is a man climbing a tree in your garden, so exciting to watch !

Taste of France said...

I used to live near Thika in Kenya, where pineapple plantations stretch into the horizon. There is nothing as delicious as a truly fresh, ripe pineapple. There would be a guy at the market, chopping them into wedges with a big panga (machete). He lopped off the bottom, then the sides, using the leaves as a handle, then would cut long wedges that were sold for a shilling. Sweet heaven.

Anonymous said...

Man in tree metamorphoses into very big squirrel in Pons eyes?

Swan said...


Yamini MacLean said...

Hari OM
Oh yes, fresh pineapple; we grew them in our Nigerian garden. The pineapples of India are possibly the sweetest and least acid of any I have eaten... YAM xx

Unknown said...

I’ve enjoyed reading all the comments about pineapples and their exotic origins.
Half a pineapple for breakfast sounds like a wonderful way to begin the day.
Bob and Sophie are looking very healthy.