Downsizing and the staff of life

Today's downsizing, on a raw damp cold no good very bad weather day involved dumping out and dumpstering large old plastic pots from the patio, stacked in case I wanted to plant them, etc

I spared the planted chive pot, which will come back, a container of flowers taken over by lemon balm, and my strawberry pot planted with honesty. Also the sage and lavender. The Thai basil is in the kitchen so it escaped scrutiny.

But other just-in-case containers with exhausted soil and dead undiagnosable foliage, very unscenic, went. The  contents were heaved into the ground cover, the containers to the dumpster.

As usual this was heavier work than expected, since we'd had rain. So then it involved a nap on the sofa before getting to the actual work of the day, bread baking.

Whole-wheat with oats, and fennel and caraway seeds generously flung about. Oatmeal makes a great crust, light but very crunchy. And the combo with the wheat makes a lovely dense crumb. I used two cups of oatmeal to five and a half cups whole-wheat.

I make one giant loaf, which becomes four smaller ones, three now in the freezer.

And for tea, a slice, toasted, buttered, with a boiled egg, like a tea of childhood, except I didn't soft-boil the egg or cut the toast into soldiers for dipping in the yolk.

But I do occasionally like an "egg to my tea". Probably some obscure quotation, forget the origin.