On returning home we found that we had picked over twelve pounds of berries, I wanted some to make more Bramble Jelly and the rest to make Blackberry Cordial. Having previously read up on the nutritional value of Blackberries it turns out that they are every bit as good as all these so called super fruits! The only difference is they are free, they just need picking and processing. We have picked over thirty two pounds of Blackberries this year, certainly a record for us.
|Marrow and Ginger Jam, more Bramble Jelly and the first bottled Pears.|
Also on the go is Bread and Butter Pickle, a lovely cucumber and onion sweet pickle, I have done about half of it so far, but our week has been busy.
Tuesday we had to pick up our repaired computer, so another two hour round trip. On arriving home we were given the sad news that our only neighbour had died, she was a lovely old lady, eighty eight years young, always with a twinkle in her eye and a great sense of humour, we will miss her evening visits and our visits to her. She was the first person to visit us when we moved here. It was clear from her lovely Grandson that we would be expected to attend all the stages of an Irish Funeral. This is not a simple matter as it is in the UK or even Spain. Firstly there is the paying respect to the family and the deceased, either at their home or at the Funeral home, wherever the departed is resting, the coffins are often open, as was the case with Babs, our neighbour. Everyone in the neighbourhood attended, even if they had never met her, this is expected, it is the loss a member of the community. Judging by the queue to view we think there must have been between two and three thousand people. Next comes the actual removal of the deceased to the church, in this case six miles away and well over an hour later than had been planned. This is the start of the religious ceremony. The following day, today comes the Mass, in this case the Mass of the Resurrection, it was a beautiful service, so much lighter and happier than ones I have attended in the past in the UK which were always so gloomy and mournful. Then comes the internment, so it was back to the town where the Churchyard is. Churches here seldom have the Churchyards attached to the church, I don't know why, I shall have to ask. Then comes the wake, again, nothing mournful, just lovely anecdotes about a super old lady.
On a lighter note , this week I received seeds from a blogging friend in the USA, Sweet Annie and Nepeta, now we can get Nepeta here but not the true cat nip one, I had spotted a photo on her blog of her cats going crazy over the stems of this plant, she makes cat beds and stuffs them with this herb, she offered to harvest some seeds for me. They were packaged well, inside a cardboard envelope and that was inside a lovely card, I left the card on our table for a few moments, only to find our cats in total ecstasy over it,
|This bed is only just over a couple of months old, amazing growth.|