Thursday, 18 March 2010 - Canes, Geese, Cockerels and a little Black Hen

Just thought I'd post a photo of the raspberry canes being planted through the weed suppressing membrane. 

I've sown loads of vegetable seeds this week in the outside beds and the polytunnel and spent a lot of time clearing up the whole area. B helped me with collecting the new goose yesterday, and has had a bonfire this morning after gathering up various rubbish on the land.

No-one was sure what gender the new goose is, so I have named it Gerry, which will suit male or female.  On meeting each other, there was a bit of initial hissing and running but only for a few minutes and this morning they were sharing a bath together, so things must be going well!

Here are four of my cockerels.  Over the years I seem to have acquired a motley selection of hens and cockerels.  Some of the cockerels are fighting now and so B killed two yesterday for eating.  These four boys are reprieved so far, as they are so lovely to look at and aren't so aggressive with each other.

We also collected a dear little black hen, now called Bridget, from the people who sold us Gerry, and she is very sweet.  I have no idea what breed she is, but she's pretty and really friendly. 

The last photo for this post is of lots of the birds enjoying a dust bath in a section of their run nearest to the barn.

I ordered six Verwork chicks yesterday from someone who was really selling eggs to incubate, but has agreed to bring six on for me to collect on 19 April.  They are a breed I have never come across before and are supposed to be good hens for eggs and the table.  They will only be very young chicks when they come to me, so will have to go in a small run in the barn until they get large enough to cope with the outside world - I can't wait to have them!

Well, the weather is about to change.  The sun has gone and the wind is getting up now - the forecast is rain for the next few days, so I'm glad I got on with so much outside this week in the lovely sunshine we've had.

Tuesday, 16 March 2010 - Beautiful day and started work in the veggie garden

It was really foggy when I woke up yesterday morning, but the sun came through and I ended up gardening in shorts and a strappy top with sunoil smeared over the exposed bits.  K, my builder and handyman, came to help me today.  He dug over and weeded the old potato patch, covered it in weed suppressing membrane and planted raspberry canes through it.   Then the runner bean patch was dug through and a quarter of one of the compost bin contents dug in, before tackling some of the raised beds and mending holes in the fence round the hen field.  We had thought the chickens were flying over the fence, but we found that there were several escape holes which have now been wired over.  After the afternoon teabreak, under a clear blue sky, K planted two new azalea plants in the large border in the garden and last of all, the strawberry beds in the polytunnel were dug, composted and some strawberries planted and watered.   I put in some shallots and red onions and did some of the watering, not more, as I'm still hampered by my ankle.  It's lovely to come in with dirt under my fingernails for the first time this year and a very slight red tinge from the wonderful sunrays.

Yesterday the sunset was so gorgeous, making truth of "red sky at night, shepherds' delight".  For some reason, I can't get my photo to post the right way up, so here's a previous one I took from the far end of my garden.

I have a eucalyptus in the garden which was caught by the sunset and the usually silvery  trunk and limbs turned rusty red.

I planted more strawberries today in the polytunnel and carrot seeds outside.  I can't find the runner beans seeds I saved from last year, I've obviously put them somewhere safe!  A good friend is coming over from England next week, so I'm hoping I can get her to bring me some as we don't really have a selection of runner beans here, and they're grown for the beans inside, not for eating the whole thing like in the UK. 

A friend, B, has put a nestbox up for me today which has a colour camera inside, so when I can work out how to connect it to the television, if birds nest in it, I shall have a great view.

 Three Beautiful Things:

1. Earth from the veggie plot under my fingernails for the first time this year.
2. A cloudless blue sky and the first touch of sun on my skin as I wore shorts and a strappy t-shirt.
3. My bedlinen hanging out in the sunny air, and smelling so fresh and lovely when I brought it in to fold.

Saturday, 13 March 2010 - Only eight days 'til Spring and a Tractor Disaster

Only eight more days until Spring is officially here - or so I thought, but according to the Observer Organic Allotment Blog .....

Spring arrives early this year. While March 21st is traditionally the first day of spring, the astronomical event that marks the turn of the seasons – the Vernal Equinox – occurs at 11.44 this morning, Friday the 20th.

As their name suggests, the two equinoxes of spring and autumn are the points when day and night are of equal length – at least north or south of the equator, where light and dark are a lways in balance.

For astrology life begins at the spring equinox, when nature bursts back into activity and the Sun in Aries kick starts the zodiacal cycle. The Aries Ram is an urgent creature, a heads-down-and-charge leader, and while the glyph for Aries resembles a pair of horns, it can also be seen as a young shoot, pushing blindly above ground. Everything quickens now.

So, this year, Spring starts on what was my father's birthday.  He was born in 1907, married in 1941 and from then onwards, until he moved house after his retirement, had a vegetable patch at the end of the flower garden, screened off by high trellis.  Here he grew just runner beans and and lettuces, as the main source of our vegetables was the allotment he tended about a mile from our house.  On Sunday mornings, I was to be found sitting on the saddle of his bicycle as he wheeled it down to the allotment where I played happily until lunchtime, while my father dug, cleared, planted, harvested and chatted with his gardening neighbours and drank coffee from his thermos flask.  I never remember it raining, the sun always shone, as my memory tells me it did through most of my childhood - perhaps I remember it through rose-tinted glasses.  Then we'd go home in time for my mother to prepare for lunch some of the veggies we'd brought back with us in the wicker basket on the front of the bike.

One of the things I like best about growing my own vegetables, is that I can go up half an hour before lunch to my very, very small, smallholding and pick salad leaves, radishes, cucumber, new potatoes, shallots and tomatoes for a salad with new laid free range eggs for an omelette and eat a plateful of food which no-one else has had a hand in producing.  It is so satisfying and always brings a smile to my face. 

Someone not smiling very much, was the farmer, Thierry, who was using his tractor in a village field last May, when it burst into flames, with the thick black smoke from the tyres drifting over my animal fields.  Luckily he wasn't physically hurt and the fire brigade soon put the fire out.

The tractor was towed out of the field and left in a small lane where it stayed, gradually disappearing under the summer vegetation and then under snow until it was towed away at the beginning of this year.

Thierry now has a new tractor which he has been using this year on the same field, but was so lucky that he jumped off the tractor when he heard the first small bang and the flames started.

My Three Beautiful Things for today:

1. Waking up and seeing that the bitter wind had dropped and the trees were no longer swaying wildly in the gusts.

2. Stroking the rain-soft white fur of Daisy - one of my special cats.
3. The smell of garlic, lemon, tomato puree and butter coating my sizzling lunch prawns.

Monday, 8 March 2010 - New neighbours and other stuff

Whether we like them or not, more and more windmills like these below are appearing in our countryside.  The windmills here are about 2 miles from me and I see them often as I drive back home - they arrived as new neighbours last summer and there are four in this row.  Less than a mile away there are even more and I know some people just hate them.  I feel sort of ambivalent.  I appreciate the reason that they are there and love the idea of harnessing the wind to provide power and as they are not within my view from my home I don't have to look at them all the time.  I find them fascinating when I am driving past them, but might not like to have them in my face permanently, and do worry a little about bird injury from the large arms.

Still unable to go and walk about because of tendonitis in my left ankle Achilles, I was happy to notice the sun coming through my west window this evening and catching the Chinese lanterns which I picked last year.  Orange isn't my favourite colour, but they just look so beautiful.

One of my lovely neighbours brought me this primrose.  They weren't here for Christmas this year and didn't give me a card, but brought this to welcome in Spring, which I thought was a lovely idea.

At the end of the village is a bridge over the stream which feeds the mill pond.  

Unfortunately the mill is no longer used, but the water still rushes through and the stream is in full spate at the moment with all the rain we've had in the last months.  Sometimes I think the ground will never dry up again the ground is so sodden.

I had four cordes of wood delivered today.  A friend bought some trees from a neighbour and then cut the trees down, sawed the wood into 45cm logs and split them.  They are oak and beech and because they were cut before the sap was rising, they should be fine to burn in a few months.  In fact, I put a beech log on the fire this afternoon and it burnt really well.  The people at the house with the old mill have had some logs cut and stacked in their garden and you don't have to look far to see where they've come from!

Going back to new neighbours, something rather strange in the village just over the road from the calvaire, a clearing has been made in the scrubby land there and a heap of discarded headstones from graves have arrived. I believe that the chap who owns the land also crafts the stones and that these must be ones which have been replaced, perhaps when someone else needed to be added to the stone and there wasn't enough room. I'm guessing, but I can't think of any other reason for them to be there.

   

Three Beautiful Things for today:

LOGS, SUNSET AND ROAST CHICKEN

1. Looking out of my west kitchen window and seeing the five cordes of wood which have just been cut, split and delivered to season through the year in my garden ready for next winter’s woodburner fires.

2. Watching the sun tinting the clouds a delicate then deeper coral pink as it sets behind the neighbourhood woods.

3. Coming home from shopping to my supper of chicken which has been roasting in the oven and the mouth-watering aromas which immediately reach my nostrils as I open the door.