Variations on a theme

Applying compost to the field; ploughing, milling; planting the first potatoes and kohlrabi; setting onions, sowing carrots, red radish, peas and basil, parsley, parsley root, savory and, of course, new natural arts :) ...


... this should be enough to keep oneself busy for a quarter of an hour, would you agree?

Quite. And isn't it wonderful?

Ah, I like doing things which are done in no time and thus don't keep me from doing things I do really like and want to do ... such as writing.

Ah, I like doing something really worthwhile which is, too, keeping me from doing fruitless things ... such as writing.

And as applying compost to the field, ploughing, milling, planting the first potatoes and kohlrabi, setting onions, sowing carrots, red radish, peas and basil, parsley, parsley root, savory and, of course, new natural arts :) ... is by far not able to keep me long enough from what I'd really like and want to do, I am passionately collecting filtred coffee that ...

.... together with eggshells, pulverised in a mortar ...

... I do peu à peu add while shifting ...

... one of the composters so that there will be excellent compost when next April it will be time again for applying compost to the field, ploughing, milling, planting the first potatoes and kohlrabi, setting onions, sowing carrots, red radish, peas and basil, parsley, parsley root, savory and, of course, new natural arts :) ...

And still, I can't get enough of things that are able to keep me from what deep in my heart I'd really desire to do ... such as writing.

Which is why I painted an 'ancient' manure tanker that once I found in the former chicken-garden, blue and put it on the meadow. Decorated with a nice flower(-pot) it will enjoy my eyes when during the coming months I shall be allowed to do many many things that keep me from fruitless things ... such as writing.



Mind you! Those things are to be done. And: It's wonderful to have a garden.

The most wonderful thing is that while applying compost to the field, ploughing, milling, planting the first potatoes and kohlrabi, setting onions, sowing carrots, red radish, peas and basil, parsley, parsley root, savory and, of course, new natural arts :) one has lots of time to ponder about many many many things ... such as (not) writing.

The peace of the night.

The spirit that always says Yes

Last week I tried to convince the spirit that would always negate to once do the weeding for me, filling the trailer with the branches and carry the whole lot up the hill to the Easter Fire, then bring the compost from the pile to the field and do the ploughing, but ... he shook his head; which are but some of the reasons why I would have been extremely busy with not blogging for a couple of days.

Oh well, and I fell in love.

Ah, what a beauty! A Royal Highness. A real Queen who graciously accepted my humble offer and moved in one of the luxury hotels I had built for her a week earlier - a hole in the ground, filled with pebbles and glass-wool and covered with an everted flowerpot -: a humble (sic) bee.

The other morning the Lady spake to me: "And what's about the nectarious life you promised me and my people, Sir Sean?"
"Give me a minute, darling", I said. And, blushing, I raised my arms and demanded: "Now, be it spring!"

And since there's a humming and buzzing, a droning and whirring in and around Seanhenge, and a blaze of colours that would fill anyone who has ears to hear, eyes to see and a nose to smell, with joy and happiness.

Would you agree?

Spring in Seanhenge

Cherry

Forsythia and wild red currant

Morello cherry

Magnolia

Natural Arts

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Nothing about potatoes

Surprise. No potatoes, for a change.

Those were (almost) the last courgettes / zucchini we harvested on the first September Sunday Altogether we may have got about ten times more from two (!) plants. The more grateful I was that Welshcakes 'just in time' posted one of her marvellous recipes. Again, mille grazie, Signora Limoncello. :)

Anyway, good to have neighbours, too, as we just could not eat all ourselves, and as courgettes - to our knowledge - unlike cucumbers when preserved ought to be eaten within three, four months.


Oh yes. As she thought the first photo to be pretty unimpressive, Mrs J. suggested to take another one so that you might get a glimpse of the dimensions ... especially when comparing the courgettes to the daisies. :)

Top of the pops

It's never too late to talk about potatoes, isn't it? :) Thus, as anounced only eleven days ago, here some pics and but a few words.

As already mentioned, this year I felt I ought to be a bit worried. :)

Seriously, digging was a pleasure, not only for our cat which was ...

... meticuously supervising ...

and with Argus-eyes kept guard.

The potatoes, too, had their fun.

Drinking

Talking

Sunbathing

Dozing

On an even more serious note: Although we had planted only ten short rows (5 rows with 'early', 5 with 'late' potatoes', at the end we had carried around four hundredweights into the cellar. Marvellous potatoes many of which would not been sold in supermarkets, as their shape's considered political incorrect - and thus they are (somehow) illegal, the more as they don't contain of the average pesticides-level.
Anyway, I can assure you: despite all these flaws they do taste delicious. :)

Ought I to be worried?

In case one can rely on the saying I derived comfort from last year, I ought to be very worried ...

Fortune favours fools

September is ending.

1. All potatoes are digged up.

2. Fortune favours fools, or as a German saying goes, "The most stupid farmer would get the biggest potatoes.

3. Sometimes a saying can be a great comfort.