Man vs. Butter: Signs That Autumn Has Arrived

It seems to happen overnight.  One morning, you’re spreading molten gold onto your toast and the next you’re practically attacking the butter with an axe. If my husband gets to it first then I know we have reached that point as I listen to ‘unmentionables’ being muttered under his breath.  Man versus butter and the granite butter inevitably wins, causing him to destroy his toast in the process. For us the humble butter dish heralds in the change to autumn…..who needs leaves?

Although admittedly I am a summer lover, there is something cathartic about the rhythm change.  A hush seems to descend over the land; the birds have done their thing and are now taking a well-earned rest from singing for mates. The busy buzzing of insect life fades and everything just seems a little slower.  Even the goats are taking it easy.  It’s a time for us to slow down too. Gone are the crazy summer days of endless watering, remembering the sun cream and bedtimes that go on forever because “we can’t go to sleep when it’s daytime Mummy!”. It’s now a time for cosy jumpers, guilt-free hot chocolates and lighting candles.

Autumn at home involves harvesting the last of the bounty from the veggie garden and polytunnel……usually to be transformed into a chutney of some variety. Then there is the apple picking – we have some very productive apple trees and the children always fizz with excitement about turning those crunchy apples into juice using our old apple press (no whizzy gadgets – it might take an hour to get a glass of juice but it’s all about the journey right?!). Surplus apples get turned into, you guessed it, more chutney. I have unashamedly turned into the preserve-making version of Nigella Lawson.  Of course, we always leave some windfall apples for the local wildlife. Fieldfares and red admiral butterflies are frequent guests at the ‘orchard café’.

Alongside the fruit and veg produce there is always at least one valiant pumpkin growing amongst the vegetable horde. I typically start the growing season with a bunch of healthy seedlings and then it’s a case of ‘suck it and see’ to observe which ones make it to the big day – Halloween! Previously the big H was something I could take or leave (and David is definitely not a fan!) but, since the arrival of our whippersnappers, I tend to get caught up in their excitement…..and there is a lot of excitement, which seems to start earlier each year. After the event I tend to get busy using up any leftover (and non-mouldy!) pumpkins for soups and roasting. I might even try making pumpkin chutney this year so if you know of a good recipe, please do pass it on!

Naturally, the change in the season tends to include the arrival of rain and lots of it (although living in the UK one could argue that rain is a given throughout most of our seasons. What would we talk about otherwise?). I tend to be rather dismissive of it (unless it relieves me from watering the garden) however, again, since having children I am trying to embrace it.  Mind over matter etc etc. As a German friend once wisely said to me “there is no such thing as bad weather, just bad clothing.” So true. The children cannot pass a puddle, whilst out on a walk, without testing it out. How deep is it? How high can the splashes go? Can you sail a leaf boat on it? The possibilities are endless and their joy is infectious. So yes, I also jump up and down in puddles….and it is rather fun I must admit. The icing on the proverbial cake is finishing off a day of outdoor, autumnal adventures with an evening in front of the woodburner. There is something undeniably comforting about curling up on a comfy sofa, feet tucked beneath you with a cuppa in hand and a crackling fire.  Who knows, I might even manage five minutes with that cuppa before “MUMMY!” rings out, quite often followed by “I want a snack” or “[insert sibling name] did this to me!”. I can already feel the parents nodding along...

Another sign that autumn is knocking at our door is the constant presence of wellies by the back door, usually encrusted with mud. I cannot be without mine at this time of year; feeding the animals, working in the garden, out for walks – my fancy footwear is the only way of keeping my tootsies happy whilst outside. In fact, I might ask for some posh llama socks for Christmas….my feet deserve it.  Wellies also take away any excuse to get outside and get stuck in. Misty morning meanderings in the field or woodland rambles collecting conkers, the wellies are there.  Speaking of which, autumn is also AMAZING for mini scavengers. Our two will return with a bounty of stuff – leaves, wonky sticks, bird feathers, pine cones and the most victorious is usually the one with ‘the biggest leaf’. I will be Pinteresting seasonal ideas for leaf craft this year, probably something involving glue and glitter and lots of mess!

Talking of leaves, welcome to ‘leaf attack’ season. David’s pick-up truck becomes a leaf collector this time of year and once the truck is on the move the leaves (and the children) go crazy; a hurricane of brown, red and gold.  Leaf attack mornings on the school run are the best.

It was a combination of these moments that led us to our next slogan; wellies, puddles, pumpkins. For us this embraces the essence of autumn, which means wellies by the door, puddles underfoot, and pumpkins on the table, whether for carving or chutney. It’s a little messy, a little magical (and spooky!) and full of the kind of moments that stick and become traditions.

The butter’s gone hard. The oak trees are raining acorns. The leaves are flying.
Autumn is here, and it’s wonderful.

Wellies. Puddles. Pumpkins.

Bring it on.