July 21, 2012
Finally, the sun shines.
Work feels like a special blessing. Both daughters work in the sun til freckles dance across their noses - Boo's slightly bruised from a tumble from a bucking horse! - and for the first time in literally months, we get chance to work under a blue sky, slug tepid water against the heat and feel like we are actually getting somewhere.
This is our house garden, and as you can see, we have islands of cultivation in a sea of waterlogged weeds! This is a permanent bed with butternut squash and runner beans. To the left, pallets and black plastic still protect a bed which would normally, by now, be packed full. To the right, weeds choke the onion bed - I did actually have a go at that later!
Everything is SO behind. There are spaces where there shouldn't be, and I scratch my head and wonder what to put in where - to make the best use of the late summer and maybe autumn to stock the shelves - what can I get to grow in the time that's left?
While I cooked supper - a home made pizza with a medley of garden veg and lots of cheese, with a hot potato salad with yet more garden veg, and a few olives I truly did not grow - and a green salad from the garden, followed by raspberry and white chocolate muffins, (the raspberry crop is so poor, last year's 3l bags going into the freezer are a distant dream! Enough for a batch of muffins is a good day!) Neil and Boo went down to the market garden, and planted, in hopes of an Indian summer, seven rows of dwarf French beans. That's a lot of beans. If they grow before frost comes!
I am so thankful for my lovely daughters, their health and strength and the skills they have gained over the years - a twelve year old who milks her two goats, cartons up the milk, washes up the dairy, and then rolls up her sleeves and clears new garden beds is not run of the mill! A girl who then goes down to the field and plants up 500 odd beans is truly outstanding in her field. With a bag of bean seed :)
I had plans to write an informative and educational permaculture post, but obviously, that was not to be. Trivia it is then. I am now aching in bone and weary of spirit, so as the house quiets around me, sleeping girls turn in their beds, and we all look forward to the sabbath rest - I'll say goodnight. Sleep well.
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