
Husband mine must be bored, very bored. He has been going through the list of events in our federal state all morning long. It´s a long list, with medieval festivals (two of them, quite off but manageable if one gets up early), Rupertikirtag, Georgiritte, Knödelfest. And, of course, the boys should come with us, since they have been confined to their house today, save for one short trip to the dumpsite by bike- mummy was off with the family´s car to meet up with friends. That´s how it goes apparently, mummy enjoying life and daddy doing the rest. She was back in the afternoon and did a walk up the mountain with the boys then. No call back from son came, if the two plus dad (plus mum?) were available for a getaway tomorrow. Not that I want to get away, I want to finish the jigsaw and do a final conservatory cleaning, before the spooky season starts and the boys will decorate (they always start with the conservatory). I did a first jigsawing session straight after breakfast, but I am not as quick as daughter would be if she were here, which she isn´t and won´t be the next days.
I did a tour around the house after lunch, when it was fairly warm and sunny. The figs from Romania did not die nor did they grow. Each of the two got four big leaves, that´s all. My fig, the one I repotted during summer, gave me four very sweet figs, and now new ones have started to grow. Means I will have to take the plant in during winter, so that those fruits will ripen. Definitely the last season inside! Next spring the plant will go into the soil and stay (or die) there. I am so done with the amount of plants in the conservatory, want most of them gone! Strange that my hydrangeas, which had withered during the hot summer, now produce some last flowers. Must be so with others, too, because there are so many wreaths made of fresh hydrangea flowers on FB groups all of a sudden! But it looks strange, all those deadheads and the new blossoms in between!
Hubby took his bike in the early evening, fed up with son still not calling back. Half an hour later he was back with a backpack full of pumpkins he had bought at Lidl at a reduced price. We always buy pumpkis at the end of September, decorate the house with them then eat pumpkin soup in all variations for a while. No pumpkins will get bought at the farmers, those are twice as pricy than those in the shops. And no carved pumpkins this year, those for carving cost ten euro- the smaller ones. Since I hate pumpkin carving anyway (maybe because I can´t carve and cook at the same time) I will happily quit. Of course, this will only work if number three and family will stay at their beautiful house in charming Lower Austria. A country of farmers, none of them thinking that Halloween is worth celebrating. So if Elsa thinks that a trip to grandma and grandpa is in order to celebrate the spookiness, I see the return of the carved pumpkin. Spooky, indeed...