Photo diary: week 39, project 365

September is reluctant to leave, the last couple of days it's sobbing its heart out with a persistent rain and rages of wet fury.
To be honest, I won't be sorry to see it gone, it's been a difficult month, and I'm hopeful October will be more cheerful. My Mum is planning to come for a month, if everything goes well. Last year, she had to postpone her trip twice due to her bad health, so I'm just keeping my fingers crossed.

I was poorly last week as well, so this weekly post is a bit of a cheat, as I wasn't taking photos every day. Sunday was full-on, with Sash being challenging, then mid-week I spent two days in bed, so these three days are image-free, but I'm still posting seven photos, because seven is my favourite number.

On Monday I walked across the town to Sainsbury's, as Eddie begged me to get him some more trading cards for his album. As it happened, there were some of the Marvel cards he didn't have in his collection, so he was very pleased.
This is St Mary's church, my favourite photo model, as mentioned before.

Every time I see this bunch of pampas grass, I think of my late friend Trudy, who was originally from Illinois. She told me how much she hated this plant - as a child, they were brought up to be careful around it, as the snakes liked to hide in it.

I don't have these associations with it, I like it as a decorative plant with its fluffy mane, but I also read that in this country it's a sign that people who live in the house with the pampas grass next to it, are the swingers. Not sure if it's true, or just an urban myth, but I wouldn't want to give anyone any ideas, so won't be planting it in my garden.

A view of the flood fields on the way to school, with the aeroplane going so low above the town.

Tuesday's furious downpour. I peeked into the garden through the back door, and there was a spider's web in the corner, all glistening with the raindrops.

Wednesday was pretty abysmal. I got up early, wobbly on my feet, got down to make breakfast for my boys, and felt so dizzy, I had to literally crawl back upstairs to wake them up. I knew I wouldn't be able to take Eddie to school, and frantically texted some friends. They helped me with the school run for two days, thanks goodness for lovely friends.

I spent most of the day in bed, that is when I wasn't being sick. I couldn't hold a sip of water, my innards felt like I was on the airplane amidst a bad turbulence.

And thank God for small mercies, it was a respite overnight stay for Sash, as I don't know how I would have coped with him.
Poor Eddie had to spend the afternoon and evening in his own company, bless him, he didn't complain.

Thursday was a better day, but I still spent it in bed.

Waiting for Sasha's school transport to arrive on Friday, I saw this dog in the red van. And that's the only rubbish photo I took that day.

Every autumn I make a mistake of ordering a pumpkin spice latte, and then after the first sip, instantly regretting it. When will I learn?! They add so much syrup, it's revoltingly sweet.
And through the years I have tried the spiced pumpkin latte in all major coffee chains.

It felt like a baking sort of day yesterday. I wanted to bake the Jewish honey cake called Lekach for a long time, and finally got to make it. Will try to post the recipe some time this week.

It's made with rye flour, lots of honey and spices (cinnamon, cloves, ginger, allspice).

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