I just have to catch the slightest snippet of a song and I can be transported back in time. My life has a particular soundtrack, from shoe gazer to indie to Northern Soul, each genre a remnant of a very specific time. Its only when I find myself suddenly enveloped by the annuls of my recent history that I remember just how important music has always been to me, and how I when I think back to different times, good and bad, dramatic and mundane, I always end up with a tune in my end. The soundtrack to my memory, its such a nostalgia trip.
This week I've found myself drifting into daydreams of my 'youth', of dancing in little clubs with no air con, and discovering amazing 1960's bands that no one listened to back then, and still being able to find vintage threads in charity shops for under a fiver because no one else cared. I've been thinking a lot about my roots, and where I came from, the person I used to be compared to the person I am now. I'm sure that, superficially at least, a casual observer might look at my life and think gosh, hasn't she come far, but I'm not sure that's really true. An advantageous leap perhaps, but what came before felt so much more real. I might have come far, but I think I lost a part of myself along the way. The view might not have been so beautiful, and the accents were certainly different, but I miss it.
The garden continues to bestow upon us its bountiful fruits and luscious veg. We plucked ripe apples from the trees and baked them in a pie. We packed our pumpkins away, nestled in straw, to eat over the winter.
If you haven't already then wander over to recipe for 'Every veg in the cupboard' soup, and whip up a delicious and incredibly easy autumn dish.
And yet for all this talk of Autumn, out came the sun. Shine on for another week. I unpacked my winter jumpers and then packed them right back up again.
How was your week?