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Tuesday, 14 June 2016
Early Spring looked very promising, all our trees were covered in flowers, and it looked as if we were in for a bumper crop.
Now, however, the truth has become plain to see; there's hardly any fruit on the trees at all.
Some trees never fail, our Bramley usually has quite a good crop, as does the wretched Quince. No doubt all our Fig trees will over perform as usual, but it's the Apples, Pears, Plums, and Peaches that we really need, and there are hardly any.
Wiser and more philosophical gardeners than myself would simply shrug their shoulders and say 'there's always next year', but I'm more the type to shout, feel cheated, and become pissed off.
Our Spring started early then became wet and windy, exactly what fruit trees don't like. We are now paying the price.
Above was just a tiny part of last year's crop; no such bounty this year I fear.
CAT SITTING ..........
*We are cat sitting at the moment .....*
*We are looking after our son/daughter-in-law/grandchildren's cat, Cloudy
*They are on holiday in Sw...
5 days 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 (except the obdurate and dictatorial) is very welcome.
I was born just south of London, but for the past 50 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), plenty of fruit trees, and a view that takes the breath away; we also have a Border Collie called Billy. 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!