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Thursday, 10 March 2011
Haddock's. 8am. Wednesday 9th March 2011.
The early morning sun is shining, the sky is clear, and there's plum blossom on the trees. But there's no denying; Haddock's is a total mess! (For anyone who doesn't know; Haddock's is my veg' garden)
I've attempted to rotovate some of the weeds away, but my machine really isn't up to the job (I bought a cheap one).
I'm not intending to plant or sow as yet, but I like to keep things looking as if someone has been paying attention.
However, on the plus side, we are still harvesting Sprouts, Leeks, Kale, Carrots, Spinach, Chard, and Broccoli. As well as having Onions, Potatoes, and Butternuts in storage. Our bottles of Tomato-based preserves are healthy, and we still have plenty of jams, jellies, and pickles. (Oh, and I still have one HUGE cabbage)
The two black blobs (just left of centre) are the Rhubarb forcing pots. Things beneath are stiring; crumbles not far ahead!
We went with friends to the Scallop festival in Whitianga; a charming
seaside town in the Coromandal District.
Had a great time...5000 people, lots of wine...
4 years ago
The difference between an optimist and a pessimist, is that the optimist enjoys himself whilst waiting for the inevitable! I AM that optimist!
This is a daily, optimistic, 'photos and comments' blog. I make no judgements (only occasionally), just notes. If you wish to comment in any way at all, please feel free. Everything and everyone is very welcome.
I was born just south of London, but for the past 45 years I've lived in S W France. I am a painter by profession, and writer by desire. Lady Magnon and I live in an ancient cottage, in a tiny village, in perfectly tranquil countryside. We have a vegetable garden called 'Haddock's' (this may crop up from time to time), a Border Collie/Black Lab' cross called Bok, a cat called Freddie, plenty of fruit trees, and a view that takes the breath away. I try to treat our planet with respect, and encourage others to do likewise (without preaching).
Contentment is a glass of red, a plate of charcuterie, and a slice of good country bread. Perfect!