I have finally come face to face, without intending it to be so, with the slugs that have been mythically appearing to eat my strawberries.
One got away as soon as I approached, the other one was discovered to my shock after I’d spend a minute getting my hand under the net to check the strawberries. Life alerted me to its presence after my earphone got caught in the net and was suddenly tugged. Would have been an uncomfortable night otherwise!
I know these particular slugs, they tend to gather under the gooseberry bush nearby and jump out at me when I’m pottering on the vegetable patch (or picking gooseberries.)
Net carefully re-positioned.
A patently unhappy customer! I’ve never seen a grumpy blackbird before, puffing between a weed and a clematis.
Like a coiled viper.. he strikes.
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.
A gooseberry bush, earlier in the year.
One of many critters that were discovered to be inhabiting a greenhouse this morning.
'A key part of our economic plan is our long term plan for science', said the Chancellor at the Laboratory of Molecular Biology.
A solitary tear of joy escaped down my cheek.
The old (previously repainted) mantlepiece is finally gone; it just never quite worked. Hello white, cast iron beauty.
It is debatable whether or not it already looked perfect just quickly screwed to the wall, but one has to fiddle, - the whole area is now being remodelled, sanded down, and re-painted. Moreover, led lights have now been installed behind a specially-cut wooden insert.
Finally, the tiles are ghastly and will be replaced with the red quarry type shown in the first photograph. Hurray for fiddling with one’s home!
Wake with a start. Thursday morning. Indulgently lie in, financial times, nibbles and a seat with green leather. Scientific analysis? A new city, walking. Wrong presentation. OBE over a cup of hot water tells how it is; arrogance is key if I can be of any further assistance. Beautiful business model, so elegant, in awe. Ex-ray in space? Tasting, good dance, bad waltz. A talking to. Don’t! Someone will help. How slow, high levels, oh, dear. Sickly sandwiches. Slow, so slow; just close… Hop in, drive out. Days blending into one. Hello old catty friend. What fabulous ships! Etchings to take away. EU, illegality, and milk. Cast iron radiators, everywhere. Take one! How about a UK-wide campaign? Or two? Sorted. We are the three marketeers. Driving home. Marvellous change, inspiring nature. Preparing for summer. Sheep cavorting. Will you? For sentimental reasons? Joy. Chosen? At last? Joy. Real estate and capex. F1. Solipsism and nihilism. Do you really think I’m that stupid? Joy. Three in a row, all in the sun. Walking? Giant bulrush. Felt even better than one imagined. Fields, woods. Numbness fades the next morning. Jill Hazelbaker. Data Scientist: The Sexiest Job of the 21st Century.