Bill (hubby’s dad), my ‘UK based marketing manager’, has for years now been emailing my blog world wide to his friends, ex colleagues and family members. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if everyone in his contact list has received a link to my blog at some stage. As I have become incredibly slack again with my posting, Bill has been badgering me daily to get a post together! And fair enough too … he’s just what I need!
As much as I love spring and watching the garden’s transition, I loathe the unsettled weather that comes with it. Nasty stuff. The house rocked the other night and it wasn’t from loud music either. There is nothing like living on a windy hill in the country.
My veg garden has been feeding us as it does, with rocket, herbs, spring onions and brassicas, in the form of broccoli, kale, cauliflower and cabbage. I get such a kick out of eating homegrown veg, steamed to perfection and doused with peppery olive oil. You can honestly taste the goodness you are consuming – well that’s what I tell hubby anyway.
The chooks relish brassica leaves as it happens, which get hurled over the fence for a snack after dinner. Strangely enough, they aren’t enamoured with the kale. I wonder why? Needless to say, spring of course means the egg production line is in full swing again, something to do with more daylight hours and lots of good tucker.
Our two rather rotund sheep are particularly good – they are also rather keen on brassica leaves (of any description) and of course, they adore sheep nuts!
Thanks to marauding four-legged critters, my brassicas spent nearly all winter in the confines of a cloche. Not much fun for them given I always over plant. So when I finally unveiled those beauties, you could almost hear the sigh of relief.
Wish I could say the same about my garlic though. The rust is back! I kidded myself that it wouldn’t return, so when I finally did spot it I was horrified! So I have been busy snipping off infected leaves and binning them. Truth is, if I keep this up, it won’t be the rust that kills them, it will be the lack of leaves. Oh dear me. That’s it, my days of growing garlic are over – quick pass me a tissue!
If you have been following my blog you will know that we have olive trees. Due to the serious lack of regular pruning over the years and over planting (cough cough) the said trees had become huge and unruly. Not so any longer as the images will attest … they have finally received a much needed haircut.
Greg who not only presses our olives when we have them, but is also adept at olive pruning, did his magic to our trees with a chainsaw in hand. Do I trust him? Absolutely .. they may take a couple of years to grow and fruit but they will. What about those fabulous wood piles and neatly stacked branches ready for mulching! Yes, time to pat ourselves on the back.
Hubby does the odd bit of cooking – ok the majority of it! LOL A couple of weeks ago, he hauled out our bread maker, blew off the cobwebs and made a rather tasty wholemeal loaf with sunflower seeds. I have to say, I was in heaven nibbling on the fresh brown loaf (sliced and toasted of course) smothered in Bill’s superb plum and cinnamon jam. Since, then hubby has turned into quite a baker! Lucky me ..
Sorry about the jumble of winter and spring shots – yes it’s great to be back!
Time to depart dear people and get this posted! At last ..