I’ll be fine tomorrow.
29 February 2008
I’ll be fine tomorrow.
26 February 2008
25 February 2008
24 February 2008
But down at Mudchute, our bulbs were much slower to show off. Just as well, because we had to move them today to make way for the potato patch. It's my own fault. I had not quite decided where everything was to go and had rashly bought crocuses, tulips and narcissus which had to be planted somewhere. Digging them up today to transplant, it was apparent that, in spite of the warmth in the air, the soil was cold and wet under the dry and barren looking surface. Plenty of earthworms though, which must be a good sign. The bulbs were moved to the new garden patch to join a rhubarb crown we had brought from our old Manor Gardens plot, planted yesterday. By teatime, the patch was marked out with some lawn edging and the rhubarb put under a forcer in the hope that we'll soon have some delicate pink stems for a crumble or tart . I know it looks a bit lacklustre just now, but part of the pleasure is being able to see in your mind's eye what it will look like in the future. And, unlike Capability Brown, you only need to wait a few months rather than years for the vision to be realised.
It will be a few more weeks before we can put our potatoes in the ground. I know lots of plotholders opt for planting on Good Friday, probably because it is a day off of work. Our seed potatoes arrived this week and have only just been put to chit, so 21st March may be a little early. We'll have to be patient and see what happens.
And I think it will be a few more weeks before we'll give up on hot suppers, candlelight and snuggling up on the sofa with the cats, now that they are on speaking terms with us again. It's amazing what compromises are possible when someone else yields power over your next meal. So, I'm off to iron a couple of shirts while I wait for mine.
23 February 2008
18 February 2008
Now here is a conundrum. I woke up a little earlier than usual today, around 6.30, and the bedroom was suffused with the light of a rosy dawn. Red sky at morning, shepherds warning etc... But the man from the Met Office spoke of a fine and particularly dry day after a frosty start. And he was right. So what exactly was it those shepherds had to be worried about today then?
17 February 2008
There is, though, a fall back for cold days like today when, even though the sun is shining, you need to take a day off to recuperate. The rus in urban indoor garden. We have had a small orchard variously in our halls or over the backs of chairs for some years.
And this one has now been given a temporary home in the kitchen to stop the wintry drafts coming through the floorboards. The clash of orange and dark pink is really uplifting when you creep down half asleep in the cold half light of morning.
Here is my favourite, though. We were given a modest amount of compensation when we had to leave
14 February 2008
We'd planned to visit Hadleigh Castle in Essex, famously recorded by John Constable. The painting has wonderful clouds in it but today, after several days of clear high pressure weather, the sky was flat and grey and the air chilled. Not that it mattered. The walk through the country park was was hardly nature at its wildest, but a relief after the Tilbury Loop. As you approach the Salvation Army Tea Rooms (fantstic service) on the top of the hill overlooking the castle, the hedges are full of small birds (I wonder if anyone makes a cardigan patterned like a hedge sparrow) and a muddy field of perfectly lovely black Berkshire Pigs. None of them with petticoats like Pig-Wig, but maybe they save those for partywear. The castle lived up to expectation , though there were no shepherds, no cattle to complete the picture.
Apart from the penetrating cold, we had to return home early for our own celebration. Typically, I had not made the cake, so it had to be something that would be ready quickly. I think it was a Dan Lepard recipe, Quick Rich Chocolate Cake, cut out from a newpaper. The wiggly inscription does look a little like wormcasts (clever worms), somewhat appropriate for a gardener's birthday cake. Sadly, we forgot to put the candle on until after we'd cut the first slice. Didn't spoil the taste though.
13 February 2008
When I arrived home, I still had enough energy to finish making the Dark Chunky Marmalade I'd started the night before.
But not quite enough energy to do the washing up.
10 February 2008
We still have have more to do on the shed- a stovepipe perhaps if we are serious about making a cup of tea.
In the meantime we had to walk down to Mudchute Kitchen. Even the sheep were delighted to be out and about on such a beautiful day. Somehow these sheep, with their shaggy locks even manage to look like urban sheep. I just love the idea that a stone's throw away from the builders and cranes at Canary Wharf sheep safely graze.
07 February 2008
Very Jessie Morrow. But then I wonder whether Miss Morrow had quite such an irregular pair of shoes to cheer her up.
03 February 2008
And ten minutes later.