Gardening in a Gale
Day 11: Green Fingers and Fairy Dust I have never lost the sense of wonder and excitement that is generated when I plant seeds. From opening the packet, to placing the seeds in the earth, the gentle application of water and then the growing sense of anticipation as I watch and wait for the seeds… Continue reading 12 Days of Christmas
A succession of Atlantic depressions with accompanying heavy grey skies, squalls and westerly gales have done little to enlighten the short days of November. So I have had to admit defeat, cut down the tomato vines and gather the remaining crop of hard green fruits. Although I usually produce a good crop of tomatoes, some… Continue reading Late Harvest
Cucumber - Passandra What comes first the title or the photograph? Sometimes when out and about in the garden a plant or an insect will catch my eye and a line of poetry, quotation or a phrase will come to mind. On other days it will be the light shining through a leaf, the form… Continue reading Fruits of the vine
Baking with Bach, Beethoven or Brubeck is the perfect way to spend a bleak January afternoon. The croft kitchen is a refuge from a raw westerly wind and I'm wrapped in warmth, light and music, drenched by the aroma of spices, dark molasses sugar and ginger. However, let us not get carried away by too… Continue reading Relish with Ravel or Scones with Schubert
It is interesting that so many of us have rituals which precede the starting of a job and I find it difficult to start a post unless I have a title. This one was almost entitled " Stable, Horse, Bolted" but on reflection I decided that it was probably too confusing for the Google algorithms!… Continue reading Artichokes to Zucchini
