AND THE GARDEN . . .

What a lot of pleasure -
and what a lot of work!

I look at the way things grow and quite unreasonably feel proud. It is after all a felicitous outcome of earth and climate rather than my green fingers though until John put in the pump on the well I did carry about 15 - 20 watering cans of water a day!
It wasn't for too long however.
John also made the raised beds which is without doubt the easiest and pleasantest way to grow veggies.
Homegrown vegetables taste wonderful - if they have enough sun and water.
Garden produce is still a gift - so much richer and more abundant than hoped for and also astonishing. Reminds of my babies at 6 months when you look at an infant sitting up and gurgling and you think did that miracle really result from breast milk?
I am being green and as organic as possible which is actually laziness too because trying to cope with pests is really hard work apart from killing slugs which must be done.
The climate does help. I have been able to grow and harvest plants from seeds which is a first for me but then again it is all about learning new and different ways of doing and growing things.
I am a "une debutante de le potager et de la jardinaire"

RELATIVELY SPEAKING

Here is T and her knives. T allowed us to stay in her lovely flat and garden but here she is explaining that all good things come to an end. Fish and guests stink after three days and she has been a good daughter long enough. Here is her garden where I spent my happy hours. Thanks again T. Here is R under her birthday present of suitable stars. Haloes don't keep the rain off so well. Here is R's veggie patch and here is the garden where we watched four rural fox cubs dancing in the moonlight - beautiful wild beasts.Lovely to see K too. I failed to get a photo of B and A who came to supper with prezies - thanks B for lunch in London. I miss you all!