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I look out of the window and the skies are still dark from the night. The clouds are racing in from the west; one broken cloud looks like a pearl diver, searching through the bright patches of blue in the east. But the grey is catching up. As I watch the sunrise quicken, highlighting the horizon, the blue is engulfed by grey. The warming colors of the sun shine behind each shade, giving outlined edges as if I had drawn them with a charcoal pencil. Will the east win over the west, filling the day with a blue and pink sky? The wind grows stronger, and the blue is slowly dismissed as the clouds take advantage of the headwind.
I stare and listen to the wind, listening to the seagulls. I look into the deepening sky and marvel at its beauty. Gulls litter the skyline, standing out like cut-out silhouettes as they coast on the thermals and take advantage of the wind. The sycamore at the end of the garden towers above, and I watch crows perch, shouting out their ownership of the tree.
Scanning my garden, the children’s climbing frame and swings stand like skeletons that are rarely played with now. Yet I hold on to them to recall last summer's moments—almost as insurance that if the frames stay, I will not forget those days. Every swing and bar fills my heart with their young giggles, but soon the frames will have to be re-homed as time moves on and my lovelies grow too big for them.
The whole garden looks cold, windswept, and lonely—or perhaps that is just my guilt speaking for not doing much with her this winter. I keep using the excuse that it is too wet to walk on the grass or mess with the garden for fear of doing damage, when really it is my lack of time that has kept me away.
I turn around and notice the cherry tree is in need of pruning, as are the other fruit trees. But I dare not, as I spot buds! This mild winter has confused nature just as it has confused me. What to do? I wait and watch, sure that nature will let me know the right time. I pop into the greenhouse to tidy, plan, and dream of what delights spring will bring.
The day is fully here now, and I am on my second pot of coffee. As I watch the world awaken on social media—marveling at everyone's attention to nature, photos of the morning, and our shared love of the Earth—I return to my cookbooks looking for inspired post-Christmas treats. It is Saturday, after all.
As I flip through the pages, my attention is caught by a "Summer's Day Biscuit" recipe featuring rose and almond—two of my absolute favorite things. I briefly return outside to prune the roses, but within minutes I am back in the kitchen because it has started to rain!
I need some comfort today, and I don't mean a casserole—though a cassoulet would be lovely for lunch. I dive into my cupboard and bring out the rose-infused sugar I made last summer. Now I am going to bake these biscuits and enjoy them when the children finally rise out of bed, bringing moments of last summer right into today.
The Book: Nigel Slater's A Year of Good Eating
Find the recipe on page 206 of Nigel Slater's A Year of Good Eating. I will substitute the caster sugar in the almond filling for my rose sugar, as well as for the decoration.
I will post photos of the delights later on the Naked Jam Facebook page!