Starting early is key to getting as much done before the strength of the sun. Watering the cold frame is a must and all the pots. Yesterday, broad beans had yellowed and I thought over night what to do. I had dug compost in over winter, used general purpose fertiliser before planting. Broad bean- normallyContinue reading “Sunny Days in the Garden”
In the veg garden, potatoes have been earthed up, peas have been transplanted and supported with hazel pea sticks. french beans have gone out well and the wigwam was easy to do with hazel copiced across the lane. We have used two pallets in an A frame for the squash plants- this is a first.Continue reading “The Garden this week”
Thursday May 28th 8.5Km Regular route. Don’t often plan my route ahead of time , but tonight I phoned a friend and it was great to catch up at the garden gate. Beautiful evening, lovely light. Divine smell of honeysuckle on the air. Bit of a headwind on the outward stretch.
When I ran along this route the other evening, it’s comparable length and straightness challenged in a different way from the tiny lanes. As ever, I’m lost in thought and invariably think back. This was the evening exploring local history- something I wanted to do with the written notes I have to hand. Local friendsContinue reading “The Ridgeway Road”
Might just rethink how I feel. The pond is for frogs who eat slugs and snails, and for newts and dragonflies. Then I see a grass snake swim across. I’ve not seen my last goldfish ( one which stayed black and avoided the 40 or so which went to the heron). I guess I knowContinue reading “Survival of the Fittest”
Chilling in the hut after sorting vegetable bed and digging compost . Filling the pond. Where does all the water go? Half term holidays don’t get much better!
Diptford is the village name, though Saxon in origin, it has been spelt in various ways: Dupaforda- Deepeford. It is most likely that the little stream which I crossed on the road near Crabadon is where the name arises from, not down on the Avon ( Avon means river and that is a Celtic word).Continue reading “History running in the Slow lanes”
A bit of a love hate relationship exists – we love to let the chickens out and let them free- range but we have to accept that they choose what to eat and trample in .Newly edged borders resemble quarries in a matter of minutes once a new area becomes a dust bath. They areContinue reading “Garden and Hens”
Written this morning to catch the beauty before it is gone. Elevated in tiered position, Ephemeral clouds of white froth of Cow Parsley Drift above slender stems; Elegant Queen Anne’s Lace In vogue and favoured. The Violet velvet of Bluebells Fades gracefully beneath; Statuesque monarch To central orb. Sparkling woodland celebrities- Fluted rubies of RedContinue reading “South Devon Banks in May”