HoHoHo.. it tipped it down whilst she was at the allotments! Did she care? Not one bit, for all this lovely rain has made the ground so easy to work that nasty old weed and all of his roots just slide out of the earth.
She collected windfalls and tested some of the apples on the trees, they're not ready yet but what were ready were a lot of yellow figs! SlurpSlurp and down the hatch they went. They are incredibly fragile, this is why you never see them for sale in any shop, when ripe, the inside turns into something not unlike a thin runny honey.
Out with the big fork and she dug over a big bed, then happened to look up in the south westerly direction, oh, giddy aunt, there was a solid black line of cloud, this denotes heavy rain coming in exactly15 minutes.
And fifteen minutes is exactly the time she needs to clean the fork, put it away, look up little shed, grab old WW and run up the path, through the gate, lock it and run across the road to the bus stop. She made it just in time as the first tranche of water hit the A316.
Whoosh, down it came! Heavy rain too, she was sheltered under the bus stop and thanked her lucky stars that she had seen it coming.
She's meeting Ann for lunch tomorrow at 12.30 and afterwards they will go on together to Singing With Dementia, Ann is an extremely good cook and has two grand daughters who have recently moved back to live in London after spending five years in Brazil.
And as Granny Ann has them one afternoon a week after school, she'll be able to make Chutney with them on Friday afternoon as my mum has a huge amount of windfall apples for her.
Also in WW is a bag of fresh herbs and dandylion leaves, yum, salad tonight will be deliciously tangy and with this rain that we've had recently, the Lovage, Chard and the Sorrel are growing again as if it were spring time!
So no gardening tomorrow but she'll be off early to the allotments on Friday, she doesn't mind if it rains (not too hard) whilst she's working out there as long as her head and feet are dry and she's got the funniest cap you've ever seen! But it keeps her neck, ears and head dry and she cares not one jot what she looks like when she's digging anyway!
She's got a pair of waterproof pull-on trousers.. somewhere.. but can she find them? They might be in her big plastic box in little shed, that would make like even easier as she could then be dry legged, for sitting on a bus with wet jeans isn't the best sensation.. ugh.. clammy!
And she'll dig out those marvellous boots that Debbie Goaty mum gave her last winter,they have a thick felted thermal lining from the toes right up to the top of the boots.. bliss.
She's all set to weed the asparagus bed too, it is not a chore she's looking forward to at all but it has to be done, it needs compost and seaweed, then she'll cover it with a light weight water permeable membrane, because otherwise those wretched weeds will seed themselves again.
There we are folks, Autumn is certainly upon us, the grain, hay and hop harvests are in but the fruit farmers must be dancing with joy at this rain which has come at just the right time for their apple crops to plump out and get truly juicy!
Ah.. our Apples.. she's got lots of different varities and loves them all! Spartan, James Grieve, Cox, Russet, etc, etc.. very slurpicious indeed, I like the stalks, she eats the rest, that's fair, isn't it?
So PipPip is quite appropriate, is it not?
GeeGee Parrot.
September 16th, 2015.
She collected windfalls and tested some of the apples on the trees, they're not ready yet but what were ready were a lot of yellow figs! SlurpSlurp and down the hatch they went. They are incredibly fragile, this is why you never see them for sale in any shop, when ripe, the inside turns into something not unlike a thin runny honey.
Out with the big fork and she dug over a big bed, then happened to look up in the south westerly direction, oh, giddy aunt, there was a solid black line of cloud, this denotes heavy rain coming in exactly15 minutes.
And fifteen minutes is exactly the time she needs to clean the fork, put it away, look up little shed, grab old WW and run up the path, through the gate, lock it and run across the road to the bus stop. She made it just in time as the first tranche of water hit the A316.
Whoosh, down it came! Heavy rain too, she was sheltered under the bus stop and thanked her lucky stars that she had seen it coming.
She's meeting Ann for lunch tomorrow at 12.30 and afterwards they will go on together to Singing With Dementia, Ann is an extremely good cook and has two grand daughters who have recently moved back to live in London after spending five years in Brazil.
And as Granny Ann has them one afternoon a week after school, she'll be able to make Chutney with them on Friday afternoon as my mum has a huge amount of windfall apples for her.
Also in WW is a bag of fresh herbs and dandylion leaves, yum, salad tonight will be deliciously tangy and with this rain that we've had recently, the Lovage, Chard and the Sorrel are growing again as if it were spring time!
So no gardening tomorrow but she'll be off early to the allotments on Friday, she doesn't mind if it rains (not too hard) whilst she's working out there as long as her head and feet are dry and she's got the funniest cap you've ever seen! But it keeps her neck, ears and head dry and she cares not one jot what she looks like when she's digging anyway!
She's got a pair of waterproof pull-on trousers.. somewhere.. but can she find them? They might be in her big plastic box in little shed, that would make like even easier as she could then be dry legged, for sitting on a bus with wet jeans isn't the best sensation.. ugh.. clammy!
And she'll dig out those marvellous boots that Debbie Goaty mum gave her last winter,they have a thick felted thermal lining from the toes right up to the top of the boots.. bliss.
She's all set to weed the asparagus bed too, it is not a chore she's looking forward to at all but it has to be done, it needs compost and seaweed, then she'll cover it with a light weight water permeable membrane, because otherwise those wretched weeds will seed themselves again.
There we are folks, Autumn is certainly upon us, the grain, hay and hop harvests are in but the fruit farmers must be dancing with joy at this rain which has come at just the right time for their apple crops to plump out and get truly juicy!
Ah.. our Apples.. she's got lots of different varities and loves them all! Spartan, James Grieve, Cox, Russet, etc, etc.. very slurpicious indeed, I like the stalks, she eats the rest, that's fair, isn't it?
So PipPip is quite appropriate, is it not?
GeeGee Parrot.
September 16th, 2015.
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