HOME FOR HALF TERM

We have been home for half term. By home, I don’t mean the CW family house but my childhood house: odd how it remains home even though I haven’t lived there for more than thirty years.

Half term holiday

We were treated to this spectacular sunset our first evening, best viewed from my childhood bedroom window.

I grew up on a fruit farm, this time of year is the time to pick apples. This red beauty, fit for a starring role in Sleeping Beauty, is a variety called Norfolk Royal and it is as tasty as it looks.

One of the teens was delighted to find this conjoined apple, it has two cores but only one lot of skin rather than two being smushed very close to each other on the tree. Not something that I have seen often in four decades of apple picking.

Elsewhere in the garden these nerenes were giving a spectacular autumnal show.  All bulbs amaze me that such stunning flowers emerge from such unpromising brown lumps but I especially love nerenes for their showy colour just as everything else is turning orange and brown.

More wintery scenes in my parents’ garden can be seen by clicking here.

What have you been up to for half term?

Photalife

20 Comments

  1. October 29, 2017 / 12:21 am

    What a beautiful garden and how lovely to visit back home at apple picking time.

    • October 29, 2017 / 12:24 am

      We now have lots of apples, all recipes welcome!

  2. October 29, 2017 / 12:31 am

    That truly is a beautiful Snow White Apple! Gorgeous!

  3. October 29, 2017 / 12:53 am

    A beautiful garden and obviously a productive one too. Even though I was an expat for over 24 years and had lots of homes I always called and referred to ‘My Home’ as my childhood home too.

    • October 29, 2017 / 12:56 am

      When the teens ask where we are going for the holidays they always accept that ‘home’ means Norfolk even though they have never lived there!

  4. October 29, 2017 / 5:44 am

    Hi Catherine, your childhood home looks beautiful. We didn’t have an apple tree in our garden so this was the time of year we went scrumping and I swear they were the best tasting apples I’ve ever had.

    xx

    • October 29, 2017 / 9:14 am

      Apples straight from the tree are like a different fruit to the ones bought in the supermarket!

  5. October 29, 2017 / 6:36 am

    I know what you mean, my parents’ house is still home. Looks like you’ve had a fab week. Sorry again we couldn’t meet up. Hopefully next time.

  6. October 29, 2017 / 10:05 am

    How wonderful that you can still visit your childhood home. I guess I can as I grew up in a pub, but it’s not quite the same! 😀 #sundayphoto

  7. October 29, 2017 / 10:10 am

    You grew up in a lovely spot. I always feel the same when I visit my parents. Great sunset and the apple is prize winning.

  8. October 29, 2017 / 10:49 am

    What lovely photos. Strange apple, not seen one of those before! #mysundayphoto

  9. October 29, 2017 / 12:50 pm

    Gorgeous garden, i’ve never seen a conjoined apple either. Din’t they use to call apples Love Apples…this is definitely an apple worthy of that title! #MySundayPhoto

    • October 29, 2017 / 1:20 pm

      Love apples are tomatoes, don’t know why!

  10. October 29, 2017 / 1:36 pm

    Beautiful sky and flowers

  11. October 29, 2017 / 3:52 pm

    What an unusual apple, and how nice to be home at this time of year.

  12. October 29, 2017 / 9:38 pm

    Lovely that you were able to return to your childhood home: mine is 2 streets away and I’m there several times a week! #mysundayphoto

  13. November 4, 2017 / 4:03 pm

    I do miss the joys of fruit picking. Something I haven’t done since I became a parent and moved away. Love the conjoined one! Great photos! Looking forward to seeing tomorrow’s! #mysundayphoto

  14. November 4, 2017 / 11:56 pm

    That sunset is gorgeous and I love the conjoined apple. Never seen one of those before. I still refer to visiting my family as “going home” even though none of them still live in our childhood home and I’ve not lived in my hometown for 20 years.

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