Talk about naughty! Talk about 'forgot' and took the wrong bus! Talk about being an SILLY (you'll see why later on) BAT and can only think of one thing.. Gardening! What about my reputation? Huh? Did I not promise you her latest score but what did I get? I got herself waltzing back here with old WW full to his brim with two massive Fig cuttings!
And she had apparently had the weirdest day out there! She lost her keys! Grimsville.. as there are more than a few on this bunch plus the all important allotment gate key without which you cannot get out of the place! Just as she thought she was truly dememted (!), she felt them, where were they? In the zipper pocket on the outside of her fleece, they had slipped through a tiny hole into the top lining of the jacket.
GRRR. She had wasted an hour hunting for them.. most certainly this qualifies her as being silly, this is the second time this has happened.. with the same bunch of keys.. hence 'silly' bat.
Moving swiftly along.. the ground is dry! There have been wicked winds and the top soil of all the beds is bone dry but hopefully, there will be rain tonight. It has been a grim Bank Holiday for most of those poor folk who don't have a garden or an allotment and took to the roads to get to somewhere pleasant.
A: The weather.. ugh, very dull and dismal and flippin' cold to put it politely. B: The traffic! There was a traffic tailback on one of the major roads of 58 miles.
The allotments pay for themselves in more way than one, that's for sure!
This will be a short post as it is past midnight but she 'kept' me up as it were because she'd been out since 11.30am, only getting back at just after 7.00pm and she knew I'd probably been asleep for most of that time.
We had steak for supper.. yum! She had hers on a plate of fresh herbs, I had mine on top of chilly white larder with a slice of rye bread with sunflower seeds. Delicious stuff!
So there are these two big Fig cuttings sitting in the bathroom in old WW, I know your supposed to take cuttings when the tree is dormant but this way, Valerie for that is whom they are for, can strip the leaves off and take multiple cuttings off these two long cuttings, it will also show her the size of leaf etc.
The fig harvest off this particular tree is going to be a cracker this year! The fruits are already a huge size and there is a big amount of growth, within this next week, she will do her usual counting of three leaves on the new growth and snip the rest off, most people count four new leaves but she thinks that allows the tree to get too tall.
She has to also take cutting for herself this coming winter, it would be awful if Figgy died, for he is a rare (to the UK variety) variety, the flesh is translucent and like runny honey when fully ripe and it tastes like honey too, the skin starting off green, ending up yellow when ripe. The fruits don't travel at all well as they're too fragile.. best eaten straight off the tree! Two bites.. slurp.
The original tree came into the UK as a cutting, a very long, long time ago from Cyprus and she was given this cutting by Adam, an allotment friend, back in the early days, circa 2003 or 2004.
Goodness me! It's nearly 1.00am! Action stations.. it's bed time for both us dollies. She has to find a group to weigh-in with or she might just creep off in leggings and a t.shirt under a coat to Boots, strip down and stand on their electronic scale.. then I'll give you the 'score'.
I have no idea what it will be.. is she thinner? Who knows, her face certainly is, she doesn't look like a hamster at all these days ! And there is a sharp line above her hips, I think humans call this a waist, yes, she's got certainly got one of those and it's pretty small, as are her hips.
PipPip.. Zoom into my night cage I must go before I turn into a pumpkin.
GeeGee Parrot.
May 31st, 2016.
And she had apparently had the weirdest day out there! She lost her keys! Grimsville.. as there are more than a few on this bunch plus the all important allotment gate key without which you cannot get out of the place! Just as she thought she was truly dememted (!), she felt them, where were they? In the zipper pocket on the outside of her fleece, they had slipped through a tiny hole into the top lining of the jacket.
GRRR. She had wasted an hour hunting for them.. most certainly this qualifies her as being silly, this is the second time this has happened.. with the same bunch of keys.. hence 'silly' bat.
Moving swiftly along.. the ground is dry! There have been wicked winds and the top soil of all the beds is bone dry but hopefully, there will be rain tonight. It has been a grim Bank Holiday for most of those poor folk who don't have a garden or an allotment and took to the roads to get to somewhere pleasant.
A: The weather.. ugh, very dull and dismal and flippin' cold to put it politely. B: The traffic! There was a traffic tailback on one of the major roads of 58 miles.
The allotments pay for themselves in more way than one, that's for sure!
This will be a short post as it is past midnight but she 'kept' me up as it were because she'd been out since 11.30am, only getting back at just after 7.00pm and she knew I'd probably been asleep for most of that time.
We had steak for supper.. yum! She had hers on a plate of fresh herbs, I had mine on top of chilly white larder with a slice of rye bread with sunflower seeds. Delicious stuff!
So there are these two big Fig cuttings sitting in the bathroom in old WW, I know your supposed to take cuttings when the tree is dormant but this way, Valerie for that is whom they are for, can strip the leaves off and take multiple cuttings off these two long cuttings, it will also show her the size of leaf etc.
The fig harvest off this particular tree is going to be a cracker this year! The fruits are already a huge size and there is a big amount of growth, within this next week, she will do her usual counting of three leaves on the new growth and snip the rest off, most people count four new leaves but she thinks that allows the tree to get too tall.
She has to also take cutting for herself this coming winter, it would be awful if Figgy died, for he is a rare (to the UK variety) variety, the flesh is translucent and like runny honey when fully ripe and it tastes like honey too, the skin starting off green, ending up yellow when ripe. The fruits don't travel at all well as they're too fragile.. best eaten straight off the tree! Two bites.. slurp.
The original tree came into the UK as a cutting, a very long, long time ago from Cyprus and she was given this cutting by Adam, an allotment friend, back in the early days, circa 2003 or 2004.
Goodness me! It's nearly 1.00am! Action stations.. it's bed time for both us dollies. She has to find a group to weigh-in with or she might just creep off in leggings and a t.shirt under a coat to Boots, strip down and stand on their electronic scale.. then I'll give you the 'score'.
I have no idea what it will be.. is she thinner? Who knows, her face certainly is, she doesn't look like a hamster at all these days ! And there is a sharp line above her hips, I think humans call this a waist, yes, she's got certainly got one of those and it's pretty small, as are her hips.
PipPip.. Zoom into my night cage I must go before I turn into a pumpkin.
GeeGee Parrot.
May 31st, 2016.
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