Meanwhile Outside

Posted: 10. September 2014 in Uncategorized
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So, it begins…



  1. It’s that time, I reckon. I’d be doing it myself, except for the fact that I have no longer got a house.

    A tip, from an experienced lawn-owner: Don’t rake up the leaves. Wait until there’s a good mat of them, and then on a dampish day, mow ’em, over and over, so the particles are around ¼” in size (no, you don’t have to measure). Then put the mower away, and go inside and make some of that groovy coarse bread that you showed us. Have it with butter and maybe a bit of jam (maybe a LOT of jam), and a nice drink of cider or maybe coffee. Relax, in other words.

    You may have to repeat the mowing and relaxing, depending on how many leaves choose your lawn to die on, but if you have all of the leaves all ground up like that, the snow will cover them, and when the snow is gone, you’ll wonder where the leaves went.

    If you go outside when it’s very quiet, you can hear munching, down below ground level, and gusty sighs of satisfaction, as the roots of your grass consume the pulverized leaves.

    BTW, I could use the recipe for that bread.

    • killjoke says:

      You gave that advice with the leaves before. My dad did the same. Problem is, we don’t always get snow around here, and the technique (correct me if I’m wrong) involves a snow cover. The contents of that wheel barrow up there is actually from the hedges which I gave a good trim the other day. It’s usually the last thing I do in the front garden before the Winter Season begins.

      About the bread, I’m not sure exactly what bread you are refering too. To be honest, I can’t remember. However, I bake bread almost on a daily basis, and next time (tomorrow, I guess) I’ll take a few pictures and make a post on it. With a recipe.

      On demand posting. That’s a new thing around here. Might be the next feature…

      • It was a darkish, brown bread, with a coarse texture. You gave it a folk name in that tongue-twister language of yours (actually, Norwegian is more of a tongue-twister, Dansk is more like something to clear phlegm from the glottis.).

      • killjoke says:

        Either way, I’m afraid it will have to wait. Woke up this morning withj an aching head and a bad coughing. The cold. Also typical for this time of year. Around here that means, I am not permitted anywhere near food, so you all have to wait a couple of days for a bread recipe/baking sort of post. Sorry.

  2. I must admit, I don’t do a massive amount in the garden. Gloria gets stuck into it on a constant basis. But, I’m always useful to take the garden waste down to the tip. I prepare most of the evening meals and do all the washing up. Basically, I side step my least favourite activities – gardening and ironing – by volunteering to do everything else. It works well…

    • killjoke says:

      In our household the roles are most of the time opposite of the conventional. I cook, she drives. However, when it comes to laundry, I have to leave it to her, because 1) I can’t be bothered, and 2) every piece of garment will get the same colour within a few weeks if I do the laundry.

      Joke aside, we’re quite equal when it comes to house chores, because wwe basically have the same skill set. We’ve both been in so many different circumstances, and paths of life, and both had so many different jobs, that we’ve obtained all-round skills.

  3. gdare says:

    Household always keeps you busy, eh?

  4. Furie says:

    So, I just went through a load of your comic book test posts and getting here was really confusing. I thought your art had improved loads.

    • killjoke says:

      Thank you. I’m getting used to the software now. I believe I am skilled enough to go on and start on the actual comic books now. I’m just waiting for the outhor to finish the first story arc,the base line of the first 8 issues.

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