Poor man’s asparagus – that’s what the French used to think about Leeks. Well peurph, bish and tosh to the French! Whether leeks are a poor man’s asparagus or not and leaving the French out of the equation how often … Continue reading
Red-handed if fine rat My first idea was to write a poem called ‘So to spurless doubters’ (anag) and then I remembered I’m crap at poetry. Next I was going to write you a ‘Fiercest Spoil’ (anag) but I realise … Continue reading
On the shortest gardening day of the year I’d like to share some light with you, some Christmas lights. When all I will do on this cold, wet windy and thoroughly filthy day here on the south coast is to … Continue reading
Red Cabbage is winter or at the very least approaching winter. My red cabbage recipe is my mum’s which means it’s probably 90% of the world’s mums recipes. Nothing spectacular or novel just red cabbage gently cooked with onions, an apple, … Continue reading
All about Brussels – Of the sprouting kind that is, not the sizeable Belgian city. 2012 was the first year I can truly say I grew, picked and ate a proper crop of Brussels Sprouts. Previous years have been hit … Continue reading
Saturday brought a bright but oh so cold and windy day. A day that chills you. The temperature noticeably dropped after a week of grey cloud or fog that had kept me indoors or at best hadn’t tempted me outside … Continue reading
Perhaps a harsh way of saying that what with time, an outrageously wet early summer, world champion eating slugs and snails means that my tender seedlings were wolfed. Did the raiders appreciate my Brussel Sprouts, Kale and Purple Sprouting Broccoli, … Continue reading
About sums up my first few days at home. I’ve been gathering momentum. Taking stock. Having a break from blogging. Peering out at my garden and allotment. Wondering what the new season will bring me.
The first few days brought beautiful bright blue skies only to be followed by days and days of grey low cloud and teeming rain. It seems April Showers are here.
A busy day on the allotment, picking and digging for food – bundles of fresh spinach, small tender leeks, a bag full of Purple Sprouting Broccoli, winter lettuces of crisp crunchy Frissee and soft buttery Reine De Paris.
I’m collecting my thoughts and energy. I’m preparing for the BUSY weeks ahead of sowing, sowing and then sowing some more.
Home cooked meals of Risotto with leeks and last years frozen peas, bowls of steamed Purple Sprouting Broccoli with a dab of butter, fresh salads with a light vinaigrette, spinach and chickpea stews to name a few.
It seems I’ve come home with a need to organise and clear before I sow the first tender crops. The time just before I go full steam ahead into growing and gardening. I need to find my rhythm or maybe re-discover it.
A few days away from writing and photographing my life and all that is around me. Gradually piecing things together, sorting through the boxes of seeds. Looking and listening. Hearing the raucous morning chorus of seagulls on the rooftops and the sweet evensong of blackbirds. Watching the rain clouds come in and the trees bend in the wind. Seeing the new growth in the garden.
Reacquainting myself with home and home-life.
It’s time to get my boots on and take my camera out and about with me. Time to get digging and muddy and revel in the garden and life.