A few snaps, a few glimpse, a few dare we say it spiders……
Like it or not September is spider season. I happen to like it. Not the bit when you think you have a bit of web or a spider in your hair, but I like seeing the webs and spiders in the early morning sunlight. The spiders busily weave their webs, seemingly in the exact places I need to walk or get to. You know what that means don’t you? No its not a running screaming girlie, it’s a mad looking woman, garden trowel in hand, frantically waving her arms in the air, apparently at nothing at all.
Waving my arms in front of me as I walk down the garden in the morning, the spiders have been busy overnight weaving away between plants and trees, using the washing line as a convenient stopping off point. And on the allotment they are there, anchored to the greenhouse and spanning across to canes or supports.
The snaps aren’t my greatest, but you get the idea. The snaps also shows you my carrot and salad seedling boxes up on the allotment – boxes gathered and press-ganged into use, cobbled together and converted – fish boxes, tubs and trugs, old window boxes. A case of re-use and re-use. I have grand designs for a purpose built bed made of old railway sleepers – maybe three metres long and a metre wide, filled with sand and compost, raised so the carrot fly can’t come and play (they don’t reach heights above 30cm or a foot in old English). But that’s for next year.
And then as we wander, remember we are waving our arms in front of us, by now we have a pair of secateurs and a collecting bucket or bag, we reach a trellis, propped up with canes and gaffer tape, soon to be replaced with smart chestnut stakes. I’ve found that sea air corrodes and sea winds bend and bcukle anything that isn’t wood or firmly fixed into the ground. The climbing beans are still producing flowers and tempting fresh beans. The only thing I didn’t plan for was how to pick beans when they are at a height of 2 metres (or about 7 foot). What do I do? I can s t r e t c h …. or I can jump up and down and grab and snatch out at the beans….. the odds of me pulling the whole thing are raised with that particular game though! So I need a stool or something sturdy to clamber onto so I can pick the lush little beans with ease and a modicum of decorum.
The shelling beans are fine at that height, I will just pull the whole vine down when the majority have turned yellowy-brown and are starting to dry; these French filet type beans, well that’s another matter at least today I didn’t have to do too much jumping up and down !
Time to look down at what is going on at ground level. Time to pick these Little Gem Squash. I love how the leaves are upright on this variety, the leaves are turning towards the morning sun in this shot.
Looking at the Gem Squash today as I picked them, I thought of dark green cannon balls, for no reason other than carrying a bag home with 14 of them it felt like I was carrying cannon balls !
There are fourteen mini cannon balls in the photo, a good haul, the number will slowly decrease as lunch or starters are made, this afternoon the total is down to thirteen.
I’ll leave you for now as I have promenading to do. I’m promenading down to the Hastings Seafood and Wine festival. Yes a local festival to celebrate all that is fishy and of the grape, we are fortunate where we live – there is food in the sea and there are vineyards nearby. And good ones too. English wine, for many years had a bad reputation, often justifiably. Times have changed my friends. English wine is seriously good, I’ll tell you how good on Monday, after I’ve sampled and supped my way through the local offerings !
Here’s a peak from last year, happy days !