Man, today was a tough day to fulfill the daily commission. Mostly grey light, I was working indoors, very little going on. The only variety was that the house I was working in was my in-laws’, not my own, so the garden provided some minor options in one of the few bursts of light that emerged. But it’s hardly exciting. Don’t expect much different tomorrow either, I’ll warn you now…
Beautiful weather at the moment and it’s always nice when the garden starts to produce.
And well done to Germany, too.
Joe has featured on this blog more than any other person. Among other things it therefore also becomes a chronicle of his development, at least in the last two and three quarter years, since his first appearance in September 2011. More and more you can see how his teenage face is going to turn out.
Or maybe kids jumping on a trampoline, viewed through the garden foliage. I am not saying…
Well, it’s day 999. Which I can say for sure amounts to two years, eight months and twenty-five days since I started this blog on 26/8/11. I haven’t blown it — no cheating, all 999 photos to appear on here have been taken on the day specified, and by me. Assuming no total disaster tomorrow I’ll make the four-figure mark. I did think a while back of whether I would continue past this point, and have decided to do so, so followers of this blog, don’t give up on me yet, and I won’t give up on you.
Glorious afternoon today, with sunlight streaming onto the allotments in late afternoon. Our neighbours (garden-wise) are much more organised than us. The green netting is evidence of that alone, but look — they have poultry. Why don’t we have poultry?
I’m still off work, still not much going on so only everyday scenes to work with, and I know that even then this isn’t a great photo. However, it does document the devastation wreaked on the hedge that runs between our garden (allotment) and the path next to it. It needed doing but still…
Extraordinary harvest of fruit this year. I swear we have had 14kg, or around 30lbs, of plums off this one tree in our garden this year. At one point a huge branch broke off it purely because of the weight of the fruit, and the branch you see here is being artificially propped up to ensure it does not share the same fate.
In our garden, this evening. It had friends. All contributed to a very nice, 100% foraged mint & wild strawberry source which I made to go with the lamb. I wish I was better at making food grow, to be honest.
Joe here shows his opinion of gardening, refusing to be impressed even by the relatively substantial leek harvest (these have been in the ground at least a year). Only the promise of a picnic got him up to the garden in the first place, despite the decent weather — but here it is still 10 minutes away.
Today was my last full day in Hebden Bridge until early June. Tomorrow my journey to Australia starts – that is, as long as I can get out of the valley. Ah, what the hell. I have three days to get to the airport.
Being 42 