ruminate vb. to chew (the cud)
It was a beautiful day yesterday once it had warmed up a bit. Perfect gardening weather. What was I doing? I was clearing out the attic. All that junk I arrived with 30 odd years ago; a car load went to the dump this morning, there's a lot more still to go. If there'd been…
We had one frosty night this week, then the rain rolled in again. It blackened some hydrangea leaves and Hedychium 'Tara' is looking less chipper, though still standing. As far as things happening, there really isn't anything new, what I put in last week is still true and this week's six could have been done…
I was chatting over the gate with another plot-holder on my allotment this morning; he was telling me about rebuilding his compost bays, I was telling him about getting rid of mine for good a year ago. We agreed that it is good soil that grows decent crops, not a tidy plot. At least we…
I imagine I'm not alone in putting my Saturday sixes together on the Friday, an arrangement that means this was written in one year to be published in the next. A 50:50 split between looking back and looking forward suggests itself but is not what's on offer. It hasn't been a great year so looking…
I've actually spent a bit of time in the garden this week, partly tidying up, partly starting on my quite lengthy list of things that need doing in winter. It looks like the weather is set to turn wet again next week so I should probably keep at it over the weekend. The sun is…
It's not getting any easier to find things to include in a six. The dregs of the current season and the early stirrings of the coming season generally overlap to some extent in Cornwall. To a lesser extent than usual this year I think, with rain, hail and gales having seen off virtually all the…
Not a lot of gardening here this week, to cold, too wet, too windy. So bad have things got that I started a jigsaw puzzle yesterday and since it was a 1000 piece leaf montage, I nearly included it in this six. That would have been desperation indeed. As it is, there are two pictures…
Windy, is what it is. Yesterday afternoon my big sister got cut off FB messenger by a power cut, she's in NE Scotland under a red warning for wind. I don't like wind.Six things in the garden right now only interests me if I can see it from indoors. Most of these are from yesterday…
There was a time I might have played "Late November" half a dozen times back to back; that's Sandy Denny for you youngsters. 1971, on vinyl, which I still have. Where the hell did that go! The time, not the record. Her song, "Who knows where the time goes?" is even older, 1969. Unhalfbricking, great…
I have been an adherent of a no-dig philosophy on my allotment for around six years now and have written the occasional piece about my experiences. I’ve also written several other pieces that are still in the drafts folder on WordPress, if they even made it that far. Much of the time it all feels…
Continue reading ➞ Soil, the never-ending no-dig, no compost, green manure experiment. 14/11/2021
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