not that i want to wish my life away, but it looks like summer is nearly over……thank god……
It feels like an age has passed and I haven’t written a thing, not even thought about writing a thing. Sometimes it’s like that, we wait for inspiration, we forget that we are waiting, we get on with our lives. There is a huge amount of nothingness here in the mountains, well some would call it nothingness, there’s plenty, if you know where to look, we have to take our inspiration from tiny things, from the inane, from the “doing-ness” of our lives.
November has had a lot of ups and downs, we’ve had the most bizarre weather
I’ve made some splendid cakes
I’ve sown some stuff
things are slowing down, I’m still harvesting parsnips, carrots and Kale, herbs and flowers. The dahlias have been dug up and put to bed, the citrus have been covered again. the asparagus has been cut down.
It can take years for the garlic to be a useable size and you just keep harvesting and keeping for next years seed, until it is big enough, which seems like a faff (it is) but possibly worth it in the end (or not)
When I’m super stressed (which is most of the time, it seems), I count, I count everything, how many steps I’m walking, how many things I am picking, how many times I have turned the spade over etc. etc.
Last week I planted 457 cloves of garlic………I dressed the soil with ash from the bread oven and some blood, fish and bone, raked it all in and am keeping fingers crossed that that will be enough to get them going…….
and just to round off, a little light-heartedness about boots…..
Rick’s boots, have been the source of much entertainment over the last 6 years, mostly in the sort of laughing one does when one is a little bit desperate and trying to see the funny side of things when actually they couldn’t be sadder………I’ve lost count of how many pairs of boots he’s been through on this build, aside from how much money they cost, it’s the logistics of buying them that cause the most amount of angst because he is too big for Portugal (clothes wise)……they have to come from the other world….the world were men have feet that are bigger than women’s feet!!!
which brings me to the end of this entry and little ditty about dogs, life, the universe and everything……
Woody caught a boot,
a lonesome, soleless, cowboy boot…….god knows where it came from, how old it is or who it belonged to, given that there are not many cowboys around these parts (although I did see one recently in the agri store, sporting a fantastic moustache and wearing spurs….), it’s been up and down the road several times, being picked up daily by one of the dogs…..
the dogs and how they are, are a constant reminder that often the very thing that you want/need the most is often right under your nose, if only you could just stop for a moment and use your senses to find it or see it……….
No it’s not a typo and it’s not really a post about fairy tales either, more puppy dogs tails…….
we have a bed wetter and a chewer which has meant that not only does dog bedding have to be washed regularly but also mended and often just thrown away. Blossom has always had spayed bitch incontinence, it’s been a manageable problem until recently, age and illness has meant that her issues have got worse……
Woody is a serial chewer
thankfully it’s been mostly things that don’t really matter, like pine cones, stones any old bit of wood but mostly his favourite chew toy is his bedding………
So, I got given two old duvets, which I cut in half, giving me 4 dog beds, i then salvaged some old fabric from the dump and an old duvet cover, sewed everything on to everything a million times and viola, i now have lots of dog beds that can go in the wash and dry really quickly above the fire or in the sun……..
hopefully the woodster will stop chewing as soon as his last canine has finished growing (it’s been a slow one) and well the bed wetting is what it is……
…..and then it sort of went away again. It did peak a bit early with temperatures in the mid twenties, which is a bit odd given that it was only February and it went from 6 to 26 in less than two days. Needless to say I was quite ready for it, as it seems to do this every year and the last thing I want to be doing in the garden is panic digging!!! aside from the fact that panic digging is no good for your body, I prefer to give the soil a chance to warm up and digging can help it do this, so by the time the temperatures rose I was ready to sow, which i did, I put in rows and rows of parsnips and carrots
turnips, kale and peas various other bits and pieces. All of which have germinated now (thanks to the heat).
I generally fleece all these first sowings
as this aides their germination and then they are also protected from any foul weather we may have. I have known it to hail in May here, so the fleece stays on until then and gets raised up with hoops made from willow.
I will continue to sow for a few more weeks and then that’s it for sowing direct.
The blossoms and wild flowers are peaking,the display this year is spectacular, especially the plum blossom
so hopefully this will mean we will have a bumper crop if, of course the frosts don’t come and ruin everything.
We had a nasty experience with our giant puppy Woody, despite our best efforts at keeping him safe from the processionary caterpillars he went and stuck his entire face in a nest and had an anaphylactic reaction, passing out half way down the farm, leaving me to try and carry him back up to the truck covered in poo and weighing 33 kilos, luckily a friend passed by and helped me finish the job. Woody is OK but we are having to walk him away from the pines, which is not easy being as we live in a pine forest, he goes on the schist trail every morning and the afternoons we go to the local national park