June has been a slow month. Our potato plants began to die so we started digging up their little red treasures. Our PDC lecturer inspired us to buy some bare rooted trees. We bought an almond from St Erth to grow up and hide the flats and a nectarine because it rates as one of my favourite fruits. The almond is going to share its plot with a sweet little kiwi berry and some spring bulbs. Dylan pruned the poor almond down to three branches, but come spring the sad little twig should sprout into an abundance of leaves and flowers…fingers crossed. Perhaps his min swale will help it flourish.
COLOURFUL CARROTS – MAY IN THE GARDEN
Autumn has finally hit and the orange and gold leaves are stunning. I took some rather late sage cuttings, I assume spring would have been a better time, but perhaps a warm window sill will be enough to encourage them to anchor into the soil. Pulling beautiful purple and yellow carrots from the ground was such a thrill, although I must admit my carrots had quite the cushy life and had more top than root and had to be supplemented by some absolute giants from the Sunday Market. I’ll have to be much meaner to them next time so they fatten up!
WEIGHING DOWN THE CLOTHES LINE – APRIL IN THE GARDEN
I’m rather impressed with the size of our Tromboncino Zucchini, our washing line has started to tilt rather alarmingly due to its mass. The rogue sunflowers have been reaching upwards, but none is as impressive as the Digger’s Club sunflower which is as thick as my wrist and would brush our kitchen ceiling if given half a chance. My garlic has surfaced and the cayenne peppers have turned a delicious colour. They are so much hotter than supermarket chili that Dylan claims that one with the seeds scraped out has the same strength as ten with seeds. My taste-buds tend to be burnt off by looking at a chili so I think I’ll leave him to experiment with that one.
BUBBLED AND BOTTLED
For the last month guests have been looking at us a scance with all the empty long necks and cider bottles lying around, but finally they have been filled with gloriously golden home brew and our kitchen no longer looks like the aftermath of a uni party.