When Chili, (the cat) died last year, the boys wanted to bury the cat and to plant a chili plant to mark the spot.
With the Covid-19 lockdown in full swing this spring, getting to a garden centre became rather problematic. We did, however, manage to eventually acquire a couple of plants, albeit a little later than I would have liked. The plants did pretty well though, providing us with a reasonably decent harvest of mild and spicy peppers.
They were rather tasty, too, and ended up in pretty much everything.
It turns out though that we’re not yet done with them. Over the weekend, I noticed that the plants are flowering again.
I know I recently whined a bit about the prospect of yet another heatwave, but if the autumn stays mild enough for another batch of chillies to survive, I shall stop complaining immediately.
We also held on to quite a lot of seeds and, next year, I shall see if I can germinate them. Here’s hoping for an endless supply of the glorious fruit.
I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned, but we planted a pear tree several years ago. It looks like we are finally going to see a decent harvest this year.
We also have an apple tree, which has produced so many apples this year that the poor thing is struggling to stand up. The tree has been braced and the apples have already been harvested — they weren’t quite ripe but they were good for cooking.
I like pie.
While in the garden recently, I found this guy on my corn. My limited insect identification skills are enough to know that it’s a grasshopper (watch me get corrected in the comments now 😉 ), but I have no idea as to what type.
More importantly, is it edible?
On a side note, attempting to identify bugs is something that I’m finding quite interesting even though I’m rubbish at it. If anyone can point to any relevant resources, it would be much appreciated.
I nearly forgot to mention yesterday that, as well as the berries and vegetables in the garden, William took it upon himself to attempt to grow an orange tree.
I helped him a bit with getting the seed to germinate and with potting it, but once it was warm enough for the plant to go outside, it has been entirely William’s responsibility.
It’s still alive.
I am under instructions to keep it an eye on it for the next week. Although most of the youth group activities the boys normally attend have been cancelled due to the corona virus lockdown, the restrictions were eased soon enough for them to attend the annual summer camp.
It’s a bit different to usual, of course, as the kids have to remain in contact bubbles so they are less able to freely mingle than usual. Also, the Sunday barbecue is cancelled, for obvious reasons.
As ever, the older kids make their own way to the site on Thursday and the following Sunday is when the younger groups are dropped off by parents. Normally this is quite a big event, with a barbecue, drinks and a chance to catch up with how things are going so far.
This year, there’s no barbecue, no mingling and no catching up with anyone. We had to turn up, drop the kids off and leave.
On the other hand, this did mean that Eve and I were able to hop on our bikes and go out for mussels.
Next time, though, I will check the tires are properly inflated before we set off.
When I go walking I pass a lot of wild blackberries. Clearly it’s the climate for them in this area — even the carefully cultivated berries in my own garden are thriving.
We also have vegetables, and these have not done as well as in previous years. A large part of the problem was that the garden centres were still closed when we were getting ready to plant and consequently I ended up attempting to germinate whatever seeds we had to hand.
Many germinated, some didn’t. Of the seeds that germinated, a fair few didn’t survive being transplanted into the garden itself.
Still, we will have plenty of courgettes this year and the one pumpkin plant that has survived has just sprouted a flower — hopefully there will be more to come. We also have a fair bit of sweetcorn growing. No cobs yet, of course, but the plants themselves are growing very strongly indeed.
We also have weeds. Far too many weeds. I really do need to start getting these under control otherwise nothing is going to survive until autumn.
Wish me luck.
This is a bit of an addendum to yesterday’s post because, while the boys were busy harvesting strawberries, I realised that my long-suffering raspberry bush has finally started producing fruit.
It’s taken it’s time but the fruit was well worth the wait.
Looking forward a bit, I’m both optimistic and a little nervous about my blackberries.
I can see a lot of berries starting to ripen, as was the case last year. Then we went on holiday and a heat wave swept across the country so that, by the time ewe returned home, everything was dehydrated and the berries had dried on the vine (so to speak).
This year we have no holiday plans. We will have to keep watching the bushes.
It was somewhere between seven and ten years ago that we actually tried to grow anything other than grass and one of the first things we tried was strawberries. They’re still going strong, still covering an increasing amount of the ground alongside the house, still producing fruit and still very tasty indeed.
I have to admit that it was the boys that realised that the strawberries were ripening this weekend, while they were weeding the berry patch.
I could get used to this lazy gardening lark.
About a month ago, I mentioned that the cherry tree was finally starting to show a decent haul of fruit.
In previous years, what few cherries the tree has produced have been descended upon by birds before we had a chance to get near them. But not this year.
This year, the boys saw that the fruit was ripening and launched an immediate harvest.
They tasted great!
Weatherwise, we’ve just had a pretty much ideal weekend. Warm enough to spend most of our time outside but not so warm that no-one wants to do anything. Perfect gardening weather, in fact, which is why all of the nettles around the house have now been pulled. And, since it’s spring, the strawberries are starting to emerge, the blackberries are blossoming and there is even some fruit on the cherry tree.
None of the cherries are ripe yet, of course, which is why we can still see them. I’m sure the birds will be along soon.
We’ve had the cherry tree for several years now and every year I promise myself that I will beat the birds and treat myself to a home-grown cherry. Maybe, just maybe, this year will be the year.
Probably not, though.
We have more pumpkins. This is the most incredible plant. Once it’s in the ground, I do absolutely nothing apart from a (very) occasional spot of weeding and yet it keeps on growing and today we harvested two more.
The big on is 21 kilos, the largest we’ve managed so far, and there are more out there still growing strongly.
I’m ready for Halloween now.