We now can’t escape it, the change is happening, slowly and inexorably the season is changing. The Acers are turning, a few leaves here and there, and the Virginia creeper is following suit. It is non more evident than in the veg patch, and in the greenhouse the tomatoes have had to be stripped and stored ready for Jersey breakfasts and pickling.
Even as the year turns, the winter veg are maturing and casseroles are on the horizon; not until the time changes mind you, just one of our rituals.
Soon, thoughts will turn to Christmas, but not before we mark the anniversary of us moving here in about a month. Time flies.
More fishy goings on in our pond. There was I observing the frogspawn and my…
Is river rock-pooling a thing? It is on the Wye, especially when the frogs are…
A polytunnel! “If it takes two or three men, two or three days to erect…
It feels a bit false to say that because we have only known the greenhouse…
Yes, there are dull days in January. Dull, dreary, dreich, cold, freezing, snowy (or “wintry…
We had a software glitch which rendered the site unstable. We are glad to report…
