Having a rather bohemian evening among seeds, weeds, and berries. Unfortunately according to my sample, only 30% of the really black blackberries are not jolly sour.
Always on the lookout for interesting plants, I’ve discovered that these pretty things have gone to seed. Not only that, but I have also discovered a rich vein of the plants themselves (although I dared only take one for the new trough). Apparently some soil from the big garden was tipped here a while back, and since then all sorts of wonderful plants from that garden have been popping out every year. With only a shallow root system, as far as I can make out, they will make a perfect filler for all sorts of places; looking forward to my collection of seed germinating next year.
This little contraption (connected to a rather not very little meter) is used to measure moisture content in grain. Here the order of the day - rapeseed.
Did you know that bumblebees used to be called humblebees? There are quite a few examples of similar word-swaps around; this particular came to me whilst reading a rather antiquated book on bee anatomy last summer.
The gardens continue to be heavenly after a very short lull a couple of weeks ago. I might have let a stray garlic or two go to flower, just for good measure.
This little snap was stolen to commemorate what I keenly foresaw to be our last two red currants before the birds had them.
Which reminds me - these mildly mutant strawberries are turning red fairly quickly in the good weather we’ve been having. The largest one has already been nibbled by, I suspect, an over-friendly blackbird; time to source that netting I’ve been on about for the last few months. I’ve been growing these from seed since last year!
The micro-orchard is paying off; even the worse for wear, salvaged tree we came across last year is bearing fruit - exactly one, long-awaited apple (not pictured, unfortunately)!
Nobody wants these, thank goodness. Another little while and they shall enter the kitchen.
Finally, the plum tree is plentiful again this year. The downside that it is, without fail, as plentiful in fruit as it is in greenfly and wasps. Having given it a good spray last weekend, I foresee a ladder and more spraying later this week. Luckily, the vintage brass sprayer I shall use is a joy to play with.