tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60915479295705687112024-03-13T22:53:41.353+01:00ramblings of a bare-faced gardenergardening, foraging, food and other things I’m interested inbare-faced gardenerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443647417719784835noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091547929570568711.post-66717215149809657492014-06-10T22:13:00.001+02:002014-06-10T22:13:18.364+02:00In hot weather don't forget to put some water out for Bees<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/3kyyEZg25Eg" width="459"></iframe>bare-faced gardenerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443647417719784835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091547929570568711.post-55459258092228322502011-11-29T12:14:00.003+01:002012-01-08T12:26:19.503+01:00weather confuses natureThe <a href="http://www.guide2cotedazur.com/news/174/Severe-Weather-Causes-More-Flooding-in-Cote-dAzur">terrible storms and ensuing heavy rain</a> have left floods, yet again throughout the Var, the South-East of France and into Italy.<br /><br />It has also been incredibly mild and I saw these unpruned vines sprouting new leaves :<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hrKBEwMTGhA/Twl8BnjuU1I/AAAAAAAAAVE/Q7hs8D31i1o/s1600/Vine%2B17%2BNov.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hrKBEwMTGhA/Twl8BnjuU1I/AAAAAAAAAVE/Q7hs8D31i1o/s320/Vine%2B17%2BNov.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695219571027235666" border="0" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bux8B5kgk90/Twl8B64mHoI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Y0zuoNu5u_I/s1600/Flooded%2Bvineyard.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bux8B5kgk90/Twl8B64mHoI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Y0zuoNu5u_I/s320/Flooded%2Bvineyard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695219576215051906" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And I couldn’t resist the colours of the last few leaves and stems of this Parthenocissus tricuspidata<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uyEvwev1rcA/Twl8CS7SpCI/AAAAAAAAAVc/cEF4tmemgcc/s1600/DSC00409.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uyEvwev1rcA/Twl8CS7SpCI/AAAAAAAAAVc/cEF4tmemgcc/s320/DSC00409.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695219582668809250" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r5_0ycXxsH0/Twl8C1rjFyI/AAAAAAAAAVo/XRVVeuNRz_E/s1600/DSC00410.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r5_0ycXxsH0/Twl8C1rjFyI/AAAAAAAAAVo/XRVVeuNRz_E/s320/DSC00410.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695219591998019362" border="0" /></a><br /><div id="ff_peerindex_tooltip"></div>bare-faced gardenerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443647417719784835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091547929570568711.post-43550033802361171182010-12-16T10:45:00.009+01:002011-11-01T12:48:31.379+01:00auprès de mon arbre …<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/TQniPrb_D5I/AAAAAAAAAT4/F23jjCXIrzo/s1600/PC020007.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/TQniPrb_D5I/AAAAAAAAAT4/F23jjCXIrzo/s320/PC020007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551216774696865682" border="0" /></a>Another day picking olives yesterday. It was about 3°C but no wind and the sound carried through from the neighbouring olive grove where there were a couple of other people, up ladders and heads among the olives.<br /><br />One of the pickers sang a beautiful rendition of this Georges Brassens song : Aupès de mon Arbre<br /><br /><br /><br /><object height="325" width="400"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ikEOQH8KvwU?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ikEOQH8KvwU?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="325" width="400"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">(if you would like to see the words, go to YouTube & click on the name of the person who uploaded the video)</span></span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/TQniPwI9KxI/AAAAAAAAAUA/JtD59xG50J4/s1600/PB270005.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/TQniPwI9KxI/AAAAAAAAAUA/JtD59xG50J4/s320/PB270005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551216775959227154" border="0" /></a>This is always an odd sight : an olive tree (with olives) covered in snow !<br /><br /><br />You can see more <a href="http://bare-faced-gardener.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html">pictures here of last year’s harvest at Celia’s</a><div id="ff_peerindex_tooltip"></div>bare-faced gardenerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443647417719784835noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091547929570568711.post-90106010840724655262010-12-05T19:45:00.007+01:002010-12-06T09:47:51.041+01:00saffron<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/TPyV95JRE-I/AAAAAAAAATg/qglDwWPoW-g/s1600/Misty%2Bsaffron.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/TPyV95JRE-I/AAAAAAAAATg/qglDwWPoW-g/s320/Misty%2Bsaffron.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547473731557856226" border="0" /></a>In May I went to the salon des roses in a nearby wine chateau and I met a <a href="http://www.safran-du-ventoux-en-provence.com/">saffron (Crocus sativus) grower</a>.<br /><br />Entranced by the idea of growing my own saffron I bought ten bulbs which I duly planted on 15 August. The leaflet that came with the fat, healthy bulbs said that they would flower over a two week period around the end of October.<br /><br />By early November we had had very little rain and I kept looking to see if there was any evidence of growth. Sure enough, there were at least ten spiky leaves but no sign of any flowers. Then it rained and within a few days the familiar lilac crocus shape emerged.<br /><br />Every time I walked past them I checked on their progress – the growers explained that the flower lasts a mere 24 hours and they are up at 04:00 in the morning to pick their precious crop. As it was, my flowers lasted two to three days and because there were so few of them I was able to pick the three red stigmata from each, leaving a rather unseasonally pretty patch of spring-like flowers.<br /><br />As I write this, there is a very late bloomer, which I will denude before it is dashed to the ground by all the rain. In all, from the ten bulbs I have had 16 flowers. I am planning something special for my 48 strands !<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/TPyXRA1A7gI/AAAAAAAAATw/yYOd5ATiJOE/s1600/Saffron.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/TPyXRA1A7gI/AAAAAAAAATw/yYOd5ATiJOE/s320/Saffron.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547475159549537794" border="0" /></a><br />Here is a <a href="http://www.iris-bulbeuses.org/liens/annuaire-safran.htm">directory of saffron growers</a> in France.bare-faced gardenerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443647417719784835noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091547929570568711.post-79213242894887400632010-06-30T11:36:00.003+02:002010-06-30T12:04:56.229+02:00crop circlesI came across this YouTube video on crop circles that I wanted to share. Click on the video at the end to see others by the same person.<br /><br />They’re astonishing …<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YiT652BQofY&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YiT652BQofY&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>bare-faced gardenerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443647417719784835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091547929570568711.post-72759774887103091522010-03-07T21:30:00.002+01:002010-03-07T21:48:04.126+01:00Violet TimeI’ve wizzed around some blogs and everyone seems to be wishing Spring was here – Winter has been so long this year for everyone – and talking about almond blossom, which is one of the earliest.<br /><br />Officially, it’s Spring and we’ve had two false starts – one about three weeks ago and then earlier last week, when it was a balmy 17°C and up to 26°C in the sun. It’s suddenly got really cold again in the last 24 hours with snow flurries this afternoon and the promise of the same tomorrow with a maximum temperature of +1°C !<br /><br />It has been unusual to see Mimosalia in Bormes-les-Mimosas, Carnival in Nice and the Menton Lemon Festival with everyone wrapped up against the cold. This weekend it was the <a href="http://www.tourrettessurloup.com/index.php?page=contenu/violette.php">Fête des Violettes in Tourettes-sur-Loup</a>. I was wondering how they could have flowered in the conditions we have had – I still have a romantic idea that they’re grown in fields …<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/S5QQ8M_HE2I/AAAAAAAAASw/emW7qKq-keo/s1600-h/P3050002.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/S5QQ8M_HE2I/AAAAAAAAASw/emW7qKq-keo/s320/P3050002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445996475861898082" border="0" /></a><br />However, at Nicola’s the other day I saw two small patches of violets in one corner of her ‘lawn’ – she had no idea where they had come from. Mine haven’t made an appearance as yet.bare-faced gardenerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443647417719784835noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091547929570568711.post-9906564351577736562010-02-07T16:42:00.006+01:002010-02-12T18:23:45.061+01:00snowdrops<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/S3WIQxS3STI/AAAAAAAAASE/cuaZZT8DERc/s1600-h/img019.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/S3WIQxS3STI/AAAAAAAAASE/cuaZZT8DERc/s200/img019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437401946811484466" border="0" /></a>My <a href="http://www.rhs.org.uk/">RHS</a> magazine arrived today with a picture of snowdrops on the front cover.<br /><br />A year last autumn I planted ten little snowdrop bulbs, bought from a UK supermarket, as an experiment, in four different places in the garden. It is not, you might think, a plant that you would expect to see in this part of the world, but I love them so much that I thought it was worth a try. I put masses of leaf mould around them in the hope that they wouldn’t dessicate during our blistering summers. They’re planted in our ‘dingly dell’ – a mix of white and evergreen oaks and the ubiqitous pines, that almost grow like weeds here, creating a shady area – a perfect cool spot in the summer.<br /><br />There are apparently 19 species of <span style="font-style: italic;">Galanthus</span> – and I think mine are possibly <span style="font-style: italic;">G elwesii var. elwesii,</span> as the green marks appear to merge to form an‘X’ and bloom from January to March – and “are native to central and southern Europe and parts of western Asia, where they flourish in cool woodlands and other shady habitats from sea level to around 2,000m (6,500ft). Snowdrops like deep, fertile, well-drained soil, moist in the growing season, but not waterlogged during their summer dormancy.” No chance of that here !<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/S3V5u3tgI3I/AAAAAAAAARs/tG_eY069XCY/s1600-h/P2070020.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/S3V5u3tgI3I/AAAAAAAAARs/tG_eY069XCY/s320/P2070020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437385971255485298" border="0" /></a>Last spring, all ten bulbs flowered. I searched and searched for signs of them and suddenly spotted them in two of the four locations – and they have obviously multiplied. A gardening friend who belongs to the <a href="http://www.mediterraneangardensociety.org/">MGS</a> said that she had helped someone plant a thousand Spanish bluebells. I wonder …bare-faced gardenerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443647417719784835noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091547929570568711.post-25692588985226260412010-01-25T20:07:00.002+01:002010-02-12T18:23:06.055+01:00olive growing in west sussex !<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">A short clip of a report (made by my cousin’s husband) about the <a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/england/8479094.stm" target="_blank">first olive crop in West Sussex</a>. They picked 200 kilos and they are curing them to be eaten …<br /><br /><div class="zemanta-pixie"><img src="http://img.zemanta.com/pixy.gif?x-id=0a83bccc-86eb-8b1d-8bcd-6c3c0436ab05" alt="" class="zemanta-pixie-img" /></div></div>bare-faced gardenerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443647417719784835noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091547929570568711.post-44842692544307383302010-01-06T12:20:00.006+01:002010-01-06T14:49:50.837+01:00garden group blog<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">I belong to three different gardening groups. One of the groups is comprised of ladies from the <a target="_blank" href="http://www.iwcprovence.org/">International Women’s Club Provence</a>.<br /><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/S0RstVn_ltI/AAAAAAAAARE/W8ksy1FzmjU/%5BUNSET%5D.png?imgmax=800" /> We are English, Dutch, Danish & French in the gardening group and we meet once a month at someone’s house over coffee and biscuits and discuss (mainly) things to do with gardening !<br /><br />We have a couple of ladies who tirelessly research and organise trips for us to make throughout the year and we have visited some beautiful gardens and met some extremely knowledgeable and kind gardeners. What we don’t have, as yet, is a way of sharing not just the information but pictures of the places and plants we have seen. To date this has been sent as a round-robin email which I don’t believe does justice to the time and effort that has gone into its composition. I am suggesting that we should have a blog so that we can have a visual record for always of what we have done, where we have been and what we have seen. To this end, I thought I would make a first post for our new blog – as yet to be designed and agreed upon – in my own blog, so that the ‘powers that be’ can see what it could look like …<br /><br />The following arrived as an email this morning and is just the sort of information that I think could appear in our blog, so :<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br />“First of all a very happy & healthy New Year to you all.<br /><br />On return from our trip to the UK I found a seed catalogue in the post, from which I’ve ordered seeds for more than ten years. I’ve always been most impressed with the selection of seeds they have on offer and thought I’ll pass their website on to you so you can browse through it. Beside their selection of seeds, they have a few pages on how to grow from seed. Under the subject : <b>information</b>, select : <b>cultivation leaflet</b>.<br /><br />Just when you look at basil, they have 23 varieties, six varieties of parsley, a coriander that is a ‘slow bolt’, bolting is always the problem with coriander. Last year I tried out of packet of tomato seeds that I bought in the shop, Aldi. They were supposed to be trailing tomatoes, I have a stand with nine windowboxes and I planted the young shoots in there. They grew so profusely and cropped so well. The only problem was they were not really trailing tomatoes and I had to contrive all sorts of structures to make them stand up in the end. This year I’ll select one of the trailing tomato plant suggestion in this seed catalogue, they have a choice of at least three. Interesting Chilli varieties, one that could look very nice in a pot with upturned chillies. Lots of other herbs if that’s where your interest lies.<br /><br />Plants that I’ve tried out myself here t</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/S0STSyL_WEI/AAAAAAAAARM/8cjk-K5z9Jw/s1600-h/2736526728_258c8cc175.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/S0STSyL_WEI/AAAAAAAAARM/8cjk-K5z9Jw/s320/2736526728_258c8cc175.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423621802179909698" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">hat they have seeds for are : <i>Caesalpinia, Cistus, Lagerstroemia, Monardas</i>, selection of Penstemons, lots of <a href="http://www.robinssalvias.com/blue/a.shtm">Salvias</a>, <i>Salvia patens</i> being a favourite of mine. This year I’m going to try the seeds for <i>Albizzia julibrissin</i> (Persian Silk Tree).<br /><br />Years ago when I still lived in Belgium, I tried out the seeds for an umbrella pine, <i>Pinus pinea</i>, it went very well, grew to more than 1.5m but then, unfortunately, a very wet winter killed it off in the end. Still it was a nice try and if it fails it has not cost you too much.<br /><br />The company is called <a target="_blank" href="http://www.chilternseeds.co.uk/chilternseeds/index/">Chiltern Seeds</a> based in the UK. They are very reliable and post to Europe. They charge £2.50 for the postage. They accept visa and other credit cards.<br /><br />Their website is: <a target="_blank" href="http://www.chilternseeds.co.uk/chilternseeds/index/">www.chilternseeds.co.uk</a> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;">(the different-coloured text is a live link – all you need to do is to click on it and it will automatically take you to the website, opening another window in your browser. b-fg)</span><br /></span><br />January being more or less a dead month in the garden, hope this will keep your gardening spirits going.<br /><br />Regards,<br />Saskia”</span><br /><br />So, hopefully this will be the beginning of our new blog. Any constructive comments are obviously gratefully received !<br /><br />Keep warm everyone !<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">image : <div cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#" about="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scottzona/2736526728/"><a rel="cc:attributionURL" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scottzona/">http://www.flickr.com/photos/scottzona/</a> / <a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/">CC BY 2.0</a></div><br /><br /></span><div class="zemanta-pixie"><span style="font-size:85%;"><img src="http://img.zemanta.com/pixy.gif?x-id=68aef13a-00d8-83b6-a065-e1f3a951943b" alt="" class="zemanta-pixie-img" /></span></div></div>bare-faced gardenerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443647417719784835noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091547929570568711.post-10179277745552736972010-01-04T19:52:00.002+01:002010-01-04T19:58:36.267+01:00happy new yearIt’s a busy time in Mediterranean countries – the olive harvest, mostly for oil in this area. I spent some time picking at friends’ and took pictures which I put into this wonderful Smilebox greeting.<br /><br />A Peaceful, healthy and happy New Year to us all !<br /><br /><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"><tr><td><a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d5451784d7a6b344f54673d0d0a&blogview=true&campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"><img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox greeting: Bonne Année à tous" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d5451784d7a6b344f54673d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;" /></a></td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=hallmark&campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"><img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own greeting - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;" /></a></td></tr><tr><td align="center"><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/ecards/?partner=hallmark" target="_blank">Make a Smilebox greeting</a></td></tr></table>bare-faced gardenerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443647417719784835noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091547929570568711.post-30895183580956226872009-04-27T18:58:00.002+02:002009-04-27T19:01:33.169+02:00ray of sunshineBusy doing other things at the moment, but I had to post this …<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WkBepgH00GM&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WkBepgH00GM&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />Happy Monday, everyone !bare-faced gardenerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443647417719784835noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091547929570568711.post-6907595980196899812009-04-12T12:46:00.001+02:002009-04-12T12:46:51.409+02:00happy easter<table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"><tr><td><a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4f4459344e6a51784d773d3d0d0a&blogview=true&campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"><img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox greeting: Easter Greetings" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4f4459344e6a51784d773d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;" /></a></td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=hallmark&campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"><img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own greeting - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;" /></a></td></tr><tr><td align="center"><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/ecards/?partner=hallmark" target="_blank">Make a Smilebox greeting</a></td></tr></table>bare-faced gardenerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443647417719784835noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091547929570568711.post-19460828035432692322009-04-01T11:20:00.003+02:002009-04-01T11:25:30.040+02:00sad seedsI now soak all my seeds in warm water overnight to see if they are still viable – those that sink should be good, those that float probably have nothing living left in them.<br /><div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><br />I am very sad to see that some <i><a href="http://davesgarden.com/guides/pf/go/112302/"><i></i></a><i><a target="_blank">Salvia candelabrum</a></i> </i>seeds – 14 in all – are all floating on the surface, even 24 hours later. A dissection of two of them shows that the inside of one has totally shrivelled up whilst the other looks like a fuzzy sunflower seed.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/SdMyfiYnEVI/AAAAAAAAAQI/qFcz8kWN7_8/s1600-h/P3310002.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/SdMyfiYnEVI/AAAAAAAAAQI/qFcz8kWN7_8/s320/P3310002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319651102242050386" border="0" /></a><i><br /></i>I am upset because they are unusual (and I can find very few <a href="http://www.anniesannuals.com/signs/s/Salvia_candelabrum.htm" target="_blank">pictures</a> of them on the web – the one from the <a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/gardening/howtogrow/3349038/Salvia-candelabrum-How-to-grow.html" target="_blank">Telegraph article</a> seems to have disappeared since the last time I saw it). I gathered them from a garden of salvias in October last year. Perhaps I should have sown them straight away instead of storing them. Perhaps I should have stored them in an airtight container instead of a seed packet with the others.<br /><i><br /></i><div class="zemanta-pixie"><i><img src="http://img.zemanta.com/pixy.gif?x-id=a30d3b7f-c576-86d3-a2ad-9b8b006c169c" class="zemanta-pixie-img" /></i></div></div>bare-faced gardenerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443647417719784835noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091547929570568711.post-24763985296163758832009-03-31T10:43:00.009+02:002009-03-31T11:00:20.871+02:00sweet violet guiltHere I am feeling guilty again …<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/SdHZJc-xkoI/AAAAAAAAAKY/6MfFLi0yMRo/s1600-h/P2280007.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/SdHZJc-xkoI/AAAAAAAAAKY/6MfFLi0yMRo/s200/P2280007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319271391322804866" border="0" /></a>I had a quick google to see how to preserve flowers, which I thought I’d do for Easter and the simnel cake that’s in the planning. This year we have had a lot of <i>viola odorata</i> – I have a few in my garden, but there are very many along the banks of the canal, not carpets of them but far more than I remember from last year and they have lasted for much longer. That’s because of all the rain we’ve had.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/SdHZRB6UmnI/AAAAAAAAAKg/fQyow2xtKi8/s1600-h/P2280008.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/SdHZRB6UmnI/AAAAAAAAAKg/fQyow2xtKi8/s200/P2280008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319271521495325298" border="0" /></a><br /><br />So following through on candied flowers, someone suggested freezing individual flowers into icecubes. Hmmm. ? Then I noticed something that suggested making sweet violet syrup – and I visualised a delicate violet syrup being topped up with something sparkling. The recipe suggested two cups of violets. So I set off with LB, bag in hand and knife in my pocket and denuded every violet I could see for two kilometres. I then felt extremely guilty that I was robbing others of the lovely sight of these harbingers of Spring. However, I reasoned that at least it was towards the end of the season and now they were being replaced by the <i>muscari</i> popping up like little blue traffic lights, so I picked and then the next day the few I had missed.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/SdHbHBAdXuI/AAAAAAAAALA/0pcQL5hDk7I/s1600-h/P3270008.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/SdHbHBAdXuI/AAAAAAAAALA/0pcQL5hDk7I/s320/P3270008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319273548477193954" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/SdHaCfyTAbI/AAAAAAAAAKo/TFlia7R7v2Y/s1600-h/P3270009.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/SdHaCfyTAbI/AAAAAAAAAKo/TFlia7R7v2Y/s320/P3270009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319272371328319922" border="0" /></a><br />I had more than two cups so put them into one and a half cups of filtered water and boiled for 15 minutes before straining through the built-in filter of my coffee machine. I then decided not to add quite the equivalent weight in sugar to make the syrup – it seemed like an awful lot of sugar – and boiled again until it looked syrupy. By this time it was also a rather unappetising greeny colour. The only food colouring I have is blue, so having filled an empty vinegar bottle with my syrup, I put the remaining drops into a glass of water to take to bed with me. It looks like an intergalactic drink from the Starship Enterprise and you have to really use your imagination to get the taste of violets.<br /><br />I suppose, though, with a touch of red colouring and the story of picking the violets to make the syrup, the romance of it will will be charming enough when served to friends at Easter !<br /><br /><small>[ As a <i>post sriptum</i> : I use Reader’s Digest Word Power Dictionary which also gives the origins of words. It says : “The word <b>harbinger</b> came into English via Old French from a Germanic root.<br />The Old German word <i>heriberga</i> meant ‘shelter or lodging for an army’. In Old French <i>herberge</i> – ‘lodging’ – gave rise to the verb <i>herbergier</i> – ‘to provide lodgings’ – and the noun <i>herbergere</i> – ‘one who provides lodgings’. This entered Middle English as <b>herberger</b> or <b>herbenger</b> with the meanings ‘one who provides lodgings’ and ‘a host or entertainer’.<br />Later it came to denote a person sent ahead to find lodgings for troops or more generally, a pioneer who prepares the way for others. By the end of the 16th century the modern sense, with its broad figurative use, had become established.” ]</small><br /><br /><div class="zemanta-pixie"><img src="http://img.zemanta.com/pixy.gif?x-id=4b78744e-9eab-8aa2-858a-4172134f4a25" class="zemanta-pixie-img" /></div></div>bare-faced gardenerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443647417719784835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091547929570568711.post-19535994593700101212009-03-11T21:30:00.006+01:002009-03-11T22:00:35.356+01:00wellworths ! well done !!I hate that I’m not posting at the minute, but there’s other stuff going on that I’m not going to record here.<br /><br />I had to post this though – well done Claire Robertson, manager of the Woolworths shop in Dorchester that was closed in December when they went into administration. She is renting the premises, employing many of the original staff and re-opened it today as == Wellworths == She got Chris Evans (not a fan personally, but good publicity) to open it and I gather Dorchester was heaving. <a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/dorset/7935923.stm">This is the BBC’s reporting of it</a>.<br /><br />I hope that everyone continues to support their independent traders, wherever you live – their livelihoods depend on it. If you’re visiting Dorchester and Wellworths, do stop and have some of possibly the best coffee in Dorset, served in the coffeeshop in Tudor Arcade, next to Waitrose – we’d appreciate your custom ! (Below is a local person’s view – <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/NisbetMedia">NisbetMedia</a> – on YouTube. Check out the Snowman’s Dance.)<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bIVqiHhwF9k&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bIVqiHhwF9k&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object>bare-faced gardenerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443647417719784835noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091547929570568711.post-19563479587043955382009-02-11T12:55:00.006+01:002009-02-11T17:49:08.725+01:00australian bushfires<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">We’ve been watching the horrific news of the Australian bushfires in<br />Victoria with such devastating loss of life and reflecting on the kind<br />of person who becomes an arsonist. There’s a headline currently on<br />Google news from Reuters saying that the arsonists are <a href="http://www.reuters.com/article/worldNews/idUSTRE51A2L320090211" target="_blank">likely to be young males</a><a href="http://www.reuters.com/article/worldNews/idUSTRE51A2L320090211" target="_blank">.</a> Oh really ? !! I’m sure that most people would not be surprised by that !<br /><br />We too suffer from fires that sweep through the hillsides, many started deliberately when the <span style="font-style: italic;">mistral</span> is blowing, to spread the flames and destruction further and faster. I’ve just noticed on my Feedjit that someone who has visited my blog is north-west of Melbourne, in Healesville, which is currently encircled by fire. I do hope you are alright …<br /><br />This is a link to <a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/talking_point/7878863.stm">BBC News eye-witness accounts</a>.<br /><br />This video was sent to us by a friend whose daughter lives in Australia. It’s a small story with a happy ending and our hearts go out to all those who have lost loved ones, property and pets and to all firefighters everywhere – you are so brave …<br /></div><br /><br /><object height="295" width="380"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-XSPx7S4jr4&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-XSPx7S4jr4&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="295" width="380"></embed></object>bare-faced gardenerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443647417719784835noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091547929570568711.post-26345734064207481152009-01-21T20:24:00.003+01:002009-01-21T20:29:24.419+01:00a day in history …<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">I just wanted to record on my blog, for me, myself, I : what an amazing day in history to see a black American become President yesterday and just one day after Martin Luther King day !<br /><br />I missed the live inauguration speech but watched the procession to the White House and the Obama family going into the viewing area. On French radio today I caught the end of an interview of people’s reaction here and a young (sounding) girl sobbing into the microphone, saying how happy she was and what changes it was going to make in the world.<br /><br />He has such a tough job ahead of him but there’s so much hope now for a brighter future with this young president. I hope he is advised well and he keeps to the courage of his convictions, but I can’t help thinking about a caller on <a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio4/news/anyquestions.shtml" target="_blank">BBC Radio 4’s Any Answers</a> who said that history would truly be made when a native Red Indian becomes President. <i>(Actually, taken out of context)</i>.<br /><br />If you have the time and you’re not sick to death of all the media hype. I can’t copy the link to the iplayer, but it is the 16 January show which will be available to listen to until 23 January, when the new program is aired. Listen to Any Questions first – about 50 minutes and then the listeners’ views in Any Answers – about 30 minutes. There is also a transcript of the show.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/SXd22nfnf8I/AAAAAAAAAJY/w2FFjrci4fc/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/SXd22nfnf8I/AAAAAAAAAJY/w2FFjrci4fc/s320/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293830567683915714" border="0" /></a><br />Whilst in the middle of this post my friend Claire rang from London and said that she had heard another viewpoint by <a href="http://lbc.audioagain.com/index.php?sid=1&player=showchannel&channel_id=138" target="_blank">Nick Abbot of LBC</a> (20 Jan). He wonders what all the euphoria is about : nobody knows very much about Obama … Sadly, LBC feel that they need to charge to listen to their podcasts.<br /><br />Claire also pointed out that Obama is not Black he is Mixed Race. He happens to have darkish skin and brown eyes. Would you call a Mixed Race person who has a fair skin and blue eyes, White or Black and<br />why ?<br /><br />Not wanting to get controversial and seeing that this could turn into quite another debate, I will leave it at that for now …<br /></div>bare-faced gardenerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443647417719784835noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091547929570568711.post-2314628076260623192008-12-15T19:38:00.001+01:002008-12-16T19:52:34.485+01:00I’m so cross …<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">I’m so cross with myself.<br /><br />For lots of reasons … mostly that I haven’t made a post since 9 October because I’ve been so distracted reading other people’s and generally spending too much time surfing. In my head, I have <i>written</i> a post almost every day but haven’t physically done so and it makes me so angry with myself because this was meant to be like a diary : capturing a record of things I’ve seen and done, mostly for my own benefit and enjoyment.<br /><br />I’ve so enjoyed everything I’ve written up till now and when I take LB for his daily walk I’m planning the next post; but then guilt takes over and I don’t write anything at all because I can’t just write a few words – it becomes an essay, as <a href="http://picturesjustpictures.blogspot.com/">Lucy Corrander</a> knows ! She sent me a quick email and my response to her was almost a post in itself.<br /><br />Another reason I’m cross is that I forgot to take my camera with me the other day and missed three ‘photo’ opportunities. It had been raining hard for 46 hours and within twenty minutes of it stopping I went out with the Tibetan Terror. The mass of water was rushing along the irrigation canal and at one point I could hear some 200 metres away the sound of water falling – impressive and slightly scary to see. Later, I missed being able to capture the golden watery sun on an old building, the grey rain clouds in the background. Doesn’t sound half as interesting to just describe !<br /><br />And then, when I have had my camera, missing an opportunity. I’ve seen something interesting (but that’s subjective anyway !), gone past it, thought ‘damn’ and instead of turning round (assuming the opportunity was still present) carrying on, cursing myself for being so useless.<br /><br />So, having scolded myself thoroughly, I’m hoping to do some back dating of a few things : quite a bit of cooking, so a few recipes perhaps and a fairly epic (for me) removal and replanting of some olive trees for a job. Now – get over being cross and get on with it !<br /></div>bare-faced gardenerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443647417719784835noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091547929570568711.post-29042857588290478232008-10-09T16:31:00.005+02:002008-10-10T12:30:24.155+02:00love thursday : friendsI was starting to write this post for my Love Thursday offering before I realised that the <a href="http://shuttersisters.com/" target="_blank">Shutter Sisters </a>had called this week’s post <a href="http://shuttersisters.com/home/2008/10/9/love-thursday-friends.html" target="_blank">‘Friends’</a>.<br /><br />I have just driven Petunia and her other half to the station to start their journey home to England. We’ve had a lovely ten days together and Petunia and I have caught up on each other’s news and spent last night with a couple of glasses of sparkling wine setting up a blog for her : <a href="http://panglossian-prose.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Panglossian Prose</a>. Just before we got into the car she asked for a photo be taken of the two of us and I realised that we hadn’t taken photos of just the two of us this trip. Her other half obliged by taking at least three, because we both blinked at the wrong time, and it set me thinking about how negligent I have been towards keeping in touch with my friends. We all know that the sign of true, long-standing friends is that it takes but moments to catch up where we left off, but I wanted to use this opportunity to apologise (yet again, but publicly this time !) to all the people I know who may be thinking of giving up on me …<br /><br />Most of my girl friends go back quite a long way and I started counting the years we had known each other :<br />Claire – 47 (gulp !); Zoë – 41; Phillippa – 37; Petunia – 35; Louise – 28 (I’ll have been in contact with you before you read this !); Di – 27; Sandie – 26; Emma – 25; Melanie – 25; and many more since. Now I risk offending people I may have forgotten, so I really just wanted to say to you all : “You’re all so special to me. Thank you for being my friend”<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/SO5A__sfgBI/AAAAAAAAAIY/DiWv4f2I-38/s1600-h/0341.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/SO5A__sfgBI/AAAAAAAAAIY/DiWv4f2I-38/s320/0341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255209283361931282" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >This is a picture of a more recent special friend</span>bare-faced gardenerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443647417719784835noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091547929570568711.post-83708447737387986582008-09-27T10:25:00.002+02:002008-09-27T10:53:36.755+02:00happy birthday, Lucy !<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">Happy Birthday, Lucy. I was reading <a href="http://estherinthegarden.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Esther’s blog</a> and so happy to hear she is back on Earth and writing about her new life and adventures. She mentioned that she had a strong feeling that it is your birthday today and then later on your <a href="http://looseandleafy.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Loose and Leafy</a> blog that your brother was holding a pot (with the new bamboo?).<br /><br />I went to some friends for dinner last night and there were two cakes that I was going to take a picture of to post as a birthday cake for you, but they got sliced up and divided before I had chance. So I took a picture of the portions (oh yes, I had a piece of each) on my plate, they were a sponge with chestnut purée and cream and the other was a prune tart with a filo pastry topping. Unfortunately the photographs made it look a mess – but they tasted wonderful. Everyone at dinner sends their best wishes – they sat for nearly ten minutes whilst I (bored) enthralled them with the tales of my blog and my loyal follower and other sweet people such as <a href="http://barbeeslog.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Barbee</a>, who have left kind comments on my posts.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/SN3yrD2y1pI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ru2ksSU6FrM/s1600-h/DSCN0531.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/SN3yrD2y1pI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ru2ksSU6FrM/s320/DSCN0531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250619562167293586" border="0" /></a><br />So, I’m posting a picture of a giant birthday cake and some sunflowers and hope you have a lovely day in delightful Dorchester.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/SN3yrJa5uwI/AAAAAAAAAHw/AkQDxylfyAw/s1600-h/DSCN1649.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/SN3yrJa5uwI/AAAAAAAAAHw/AkQDxylfyAw/s320/DSCN1649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250619563660917506" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><b>Happy Birthday, Lucy.</b> I hope you sort out your annoying feed problems with <a href="http://picturesjustpictures.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Pictures Just Pictures</a> and <b>wish you a wonderful year to come.<br /></b><br /></div>bare-faced gardenerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443647417719784835noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091547929570568711.post-68875435629618138492008-09-25T18:10:00.001+02:002008-09-26T12:19:06.278+02:00love thursday : mugs<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">I love my tea mugs.<br /><br />I drink a lot of tea – builders’ tea (strong with milk), chai (spiced black tea with milk), early grey, green tea, ‘sleepy tea’ last thing at night (a caffeine-free herbal tea usually with chamomile and other calming blends) and I have a bag full of boxes of different flavoured herbal teas and infusions.<br /><br />I use different mugs and cups for different teas.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/SNy2Tkn-MNI/AAAAAAAAAHg/NE31uxM3a-s/s1600-h/P8260002.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/SNy2Tkn-MNI/AAAAAAAAAHg/NE31uxM3a-s/s400/P8260002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250271712972255442" border="0" /></a><br />My favourite builders’ tea mug has had a crack and a broken handle for months and it is difficult to move around when hot, because it burns your fingers. I found a new one to replace it in a shopping trip to Tesco when I was back in the UK. If you imagine a mirror image of the handle, it would make a perfect heart shape, so this is my first picture for ‘<a href="http://shuttersisters.com/home/category/love-thursday" target="_blank">Love Thursday</a>’ which I found on the <a href="http://shuttersisters.com/" target="_blank">Shutter Sisters blog</a> – a love-themed photograph every Thursday.<br /></div>bare-faced gardenerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443647417719784835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091547929570568711.post-54609072514126092702008-09-19T19:00:00.003+02:002008-09-22T10:23:27.826+02:00anyone for tea in the garden ?I’ve just got back from my week’s visit to the UK. It was damp and green unlike here, which is dry and baked brown. However, last night the heavens opened and it rained consistently for many hours leaving the earth soft and claggy. Now it’s raining again. I hope it isn’t going to have a bad effect on the grape harvest <i>vendanges</i> which appears to be underway. As I drove home from the airport yesterday afternoon, I passed several tractors with their little trailers bumping along behind – I’m sure our local wine co-operative is getting really busy.<br /><div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><br />Whilst I sort myself out and make some retrospective posts, I just wanted to put up these two photos I shot in <a href="http://www.whittard.co.uk/" target="_blank">Whittards of Chelsea</a>.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/SNPbq4qqtEI/AAAAAAAAAHY/opyMiETtziQ/s1600-h/P8150004.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247779520629093442" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/SNPbq4qqtEI/AAAAAAAAAHY/opyMiETtziQ/s320/P8150004.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" border="0" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/SNPbqi1oX8I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/7PpFaq_zjsU/s1600-h/P8150003.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247779514769498050" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/SNPbqi1oX8I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/7PpFaq_zjsU/s320/P8150003.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" border="0" /></a><br />The <a href="http://www.whittard.co.uk/store/catalogue/China-P7000/By-Design-HSC7000/Gardening-HSC7001/" target="_blank">garden sets</a> are : mugs in the shape of a terracotta flower pot with a coaster on top, presumably to keep your tea hot whilst you are gardening (I like what’s written – <i>‘I don’t go to the gym ... I garden’</i> & <i>‘You’ve got to propagate to accumulate ...’</i>); tall mugs like long toms; sugar and creamer set of small pot with a spade-shaped spoon and watering can milk jug; and I believe the tea set has a watering can for a teapot.<br /><br />I love Whittards and think these are so cute. Perhaps they are rather twee, but they made me smile even though I resisted the urge to purchase anything other than some teas.<br /></div>bare-faced gardenerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443647417719784835noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091547929570568711.post-84505964487450938782008-09-02T16:47:00.000+02:002008-09-02T16:28:02.451+02:00don’t play again, Sam ... or quelles mauvaises herbes !<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/SL09OwRCO2I/AAAAAAAAAGo/NrI9qVRfR5g/s1600-h/DSCN2404.JPG' onblur='try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}'><img border='0' id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241412865012939618' alt='' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/SL09OwRCO2I/AAAAAAAAAGo/NrI9qVRfR5g/s200/DSCN2404.JPG' style='margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;'/></a>We went for our morning walk joined, as usual, by Sam the Golden Retriever. Sam’s owners let him wander around all day whilst they are at work. He’s often waiting for us because, quite understandably, he <b>loves</b> to go for walks with <b>people</b>. I feel so sad for him – I think he’s a young dog and obviously needs lots of exercise which is why, no doubt, they let him out in the morning to spend the day following people up and down the canal.<br/><br/>The problem is : I’ve often found him in our <i>chemin</i> – so he has crossed the main road, which can be very busy at times. Also, he’s a large dog and the the track along the canal is somewhat narrow. On Thursday, last week, right at the start of our walk, he knocked me down. He’d just met up with us, was full of beans and so happy to see L B. They started running up and down using me a ‘home’ and Sam ran into the back of me, causing me to twist my left ankle, come thumping down on my right buttock ending up flat on the path. What a great game this is, thought Sam and came and threw himself down between<a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/SL09Og8us5I/AAAAAAAAAGg/79yyXd6errk/s1600-h/DSCN2399.JPG' onblur='try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}'><img border='0' id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241412860901241746' alt='' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/SL09Og8us5I/AAAAAAAAAGg/79yyXd6errk/s200/DSCN2399.JPG' style='margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;'/></a> my splayed legs and rolled onto his back, muddy paws in the air. L B, being the intelligent dog he is, realised with my cry as I went down and the moaning as I lay motionless that something was definitely not right and promptly jumped on my stomach, growling at Sam.<br/><br/>There the three of us stayed for some moments until I felt able to move the two dogs away from me and work out whether I could get to my feet and if so, would I then be able to walk ? Luckily I was able to do both and was glad that there had been no-one around to see how inelegantly I scrambled upright, clutching to the chain-link fence for support. I gingerly placed one foot in front of the other and hobbled slowly along with one hand against the fence. They started again ! Racing up and down the path and spinning round at the point I stood. “Get away, <i>dégagez</i>, you blasted animals !”<br/><br/>I walked for a little, but progress was slow and they carried on their game of tag until I decided I could take no more and headed for home feeling somewhat sorry for myself.<br/><br/>The ankle swelled, the buttock and pelvis felt slightly bruised and everything ached and creaked, so no more walks for L B and I until yesterday morning.<br/><br/>Sam appeared and was somewhat calmer, but they always go mad when we get down to a grassy track away from the canal as we’ve turned for home. The tag started again and I spotted a short, thickish stick which I picked up with a thought of using it in some way to keep Sam at bay ... too late – he’s a Retriever, after all – he grabbed the stick from my hand and started galloping up and down with the stick protruding from either side of his mouth at knee level ! Not a good idea. Luckily his attention span was short and he dropped it a little further along, to investigate an interesting smell. A little further along, he came rushing out of the undergrowth, with L B in pursuit, carrying half a dried <i>baguette</i>. He ran L B followed and I wondered how far L B would go before he realised that Sam wasn’t going to stop this time and was taking his prize home. Not very long and we enjoyed our Sam-less walk all the more until we got to his place to see him swallowing the last mouthful. L B sniffed at the crumbs, but Tibetan Terriers aren’t too fussed about scavenging for food.<br/><br/>Back to this morning : Sam’s obviously been in the water already and seems relatively calm, but <a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/SL09PIL6WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/w4AByDFdiq0/s1600-h/DSCN2412.JPG' onblur='try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}'><img border='0' id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241412871433902898' alt='' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/SL09PIL6WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/w4AByDFdiq0/s200/DSCN2412.JPG' style='margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;'/></a>continues jumping in and out of the canal, shaking furiously, jumping straight back in. Even L B stands back and I’ve already got wet shoes, splashes on my trousers and a couple of wet, faintly muddy patches on my calves where he has pushed past me. When we get to the open area where the potager is right next to the canal I stop momentarily to take photos of the new growth on the courgette plants as a follow-up to my <a href='http://bare-faced-gardener.blogspot.com/2008/08/curious-thing.html'>earlier post</a>. The two of them are playing along the verge and in and out of the vegetables – oh yikes, please don’t let them have done any damage. L B starts rubbing himself along the ground and I realise that I can’t see his white eye ... It is totally closed by some innocent-looking grass which acts like irreversible velcro and hermetically seals whatever is underneath. Then I see he is absolutely covered in the stuff around the right side of his head, the short hair on his legs and around the paws. I sit on the bank and try in vain to part the fur over his eye. A local dogwalker with his tiny Yorkshire Terrier – who yaps frantically at these two when ever we meet him – offers to go to his nearby house for scissors, which I decline (I hope, graciously) as I don’t have my glasses with me.<br/><br/><a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/SL0_aflrUzI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-BCDL9IsJEk/s1600-h/DSCN2566.JPG' onblur='try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}'><img border='0' id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241415265717801778' alt='' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/SL0_aflrUzI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-BCDL9IsJEk/s200/DSCN2566.JPG' style='margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;'/></a>I put L B on the lead and walk as fast as my fragile ankle will allow, to try and stop him from rubbing his face. By the time we’re nearing the end of the canal he has managed to put his head in the dirt a couple of times and jump in and out of the canal as if he were able to gain some relief from this horrible stuff. Another dog walker holds her dog and stands out of the way. She asks if Sam is my dog and says he often follows her. I tell her he is not, but not to worry as he will probably follow us and not her. During this time she has looked down at L B and the expression on her face as she says “<i>Je croîs qu’il y a un petit prob</i><i>lème</i> ... I think there’s a small problem... ” makes me glance at him to see that all of the right side of his snout has grass sticking out of it and where his eye once was is now covered in grey dust. I mutter about the <span style='font-style: italic;'>mauvaises herbes</span> and getting back to sort him out and she says it will probably be necessary to take him to the vet. Not again, I’m thinking, we must have bought shares in the veterinary practice by now – how I wish I’d taken out what seems now to be a most <a href='http://www.santevet.com/devis-standalone.php?xtor=158&IdTis=XTC-MDL-MXEGV-AA-1N5B8-GVU'>reasonably priced pet insurance</a> and wonder if Sam’s owners are covered for any accidents he may cause ...<br/><br/>I see Sam’s garden gate is open and bundle him through, pulling it to until the bell clangs and I rush on. By the time we cross over the road and get to our <span style='font-style: italic;'>chemin</span> all L B wants to do is put his face down and not move. So I pick him up and carry all 8kg of him up the hill and the rest of the <a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/SL1A0qW1YaI/AAAAAAAAAHA/FTTXrh4q8PA/s1600-h/DSCN2567.JPG' onblur='try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}'><img border='0' id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241416814796562850' alt='' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/SL1A0qW1YaI/AAAAAAAAAHA/FTTXrh4q8PA/s200/DSCN2567.JPG' style='margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;'/></a>way home. In the house, he stays in the kitchen were I put him down, whilst I search for the seam unpicker – some tip I’d read about on a pet-grooming site.<br/><br/><a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/SL1A04TdXrI/AAAAAAAAAHI/R70uFGmRxvM/s1600-h/DSCN2568.JPG' onblur='try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}'><img border='0' id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241416818540502706' alt='' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/SL1A04TdXrI/AAAAAAAAAHI/R70uFGmRxvM/s200/DSCN2568.JPG' style='margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;'/></a>It took 35 minutes to free his eye, some of the fur round is nose and the stuff that had got into the (already short) hair between his pads. His eye, which looked extremely red, now looks fine and I’ll spend the rest of the afternoon carefully freeing the fur on his legs. If I thought he looked a bit wonky after his <a href='http://bare-faced-gardener.blogspot.com/2008/08/home-doggy-salon.html'>dog grooming with Amandine</a>, you should see him now !</div>bare-faced gardenerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443647417719784835noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091547929570568711.post-31735882421536802702008-08-29T15:16:00.000+02:002008-08-29T13:43:50.146+02:00beautiful bramleys<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'>I’ve just been looking online to see the best way of storing the Bramley apples that Rosemary gave me from her tree. It’s been very interesting. Traditionally people have wrapped apples in newspaper or tissue paper but some sites have said it is not necessary with Bramleys. Another, <a target='_blank' href='http://www.actahort.org/books/628/628_97.htm'>horticultural</a>, site – possibly for commercial growers – says that if a Bramley is dipped in warm water before storing it increases its storage capacity as the natural wax from the skin melts to form a contiguous surface which inhibits infection. <b>Fascinating !</b> Another site suggests putting them into a plastic bag with one hole which allows a certain amount of humidity which is necessary to keep the fruit fresh, but not so much as to encourage moulds.<br/><br/>There is also a Bramley Apple website hosted by English Apples & Pears Limited, located in England’s orchard county of Kent. On the home page they say that Bramley’s are grown only in Britain. Rosemary would like to beg otherwise. She doesn’t actually LIKE apples, well not raw anyway, and decided she wanted to grow a Bramley to prove that it could be done, as everyone had told her it wasn’t possible to grow a Bramley in the South of France. (If you don’t like apples that much, Rosemary, why would you even have <b>had</b> the conversation with someone ?!) Anyway, I have seen the dear little tree – which fruits better with a Cox’s Pippin as a pollinator – I have got frozen, cooked windfalls in the freezer with some blackberries and then six perfect Bramley’s weighing 1.12 kilos appeared on my doorstep the other day.<br/><br/>You may have noticed that I said that the Bramley fruits better with a Cox’s Orange Pippin as a pollinator ... yes, I then got a bag (1.45 kilos) of small, but delicious, Cox’s.<br/><br/>The French don’t seem to me to have the same interest in apples as we do in the UK. There are usually four or five varieties : <a href='http://www.ryde.nsw.gov.au/ryde/msherwood.htm' target='_blank'>Granny Smith</a>; a <a href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pommeau' target='_blank'>French Russet or <i>Pomme Gris</i></a>, which I use in cooking; <a href='http://www.practicallyedible.com/edible.nsf/encyclopaedia%21openframeset&frame=Right&Src=/edible.nsf/list/Apples+--+Braeburn%21opendocument&keyword=Apples+--+Braeburn' target='_blank'>Braeburn</a>; the <a href='http://foodgeeks.com/encyclopedia/241/pink_lady_apple/' target='_blank'>Pink Lady</a> variety from New Zealand (what about the food miles !!) – which I remember costing considerably more than other apples in the UK but doesn’t seem that more expensive here, no doubt because it is grown in this country; and the Golden Delicious – which frankly I can’t imagine why anyone buys ! There is a very large growing area around Brittany, Normandy and the Loire Valley, but perhaps the French prefer their apples as cider, Calvados or <a href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pommeau' target='_blank'>pommeau</a> !<br/><br/>So English Apples & Pear Limited, perhaps you really meant that Bramley’s are only grown <b>commercially</b> in Britain ? The rest of the website has a rather dire video, about making a traditional Bramley apple pie, under ‘<a target='_blank' href='http://www.moviespring.com/bramleyapples/'>podcast</a>’ – I watched it till the end but I don’t know why anyone would; some rather <a target='_blank' href='http://www.bramleyapples.co.uk/recipe_list_categories.html'>yummy recipes</a> and an interesting <a target='_blank' href='http://www.bramleyapples.co.uk/history.html'>history of the Bramley apple</a> – its bicentenary is next year. <b>What I’d like to know is : where did the pips come from that the little girl planted in her garden ? !!</b><br/><br/>Anyway, I’ve come to the conclusion that I’ll probably make juice with the rest of the Cox’s – I believe that it freezes well – and I’ll just leave the the Bramleys in the bag they were given to me in, in the coolest place I can find, which (for the next few weeks at least) is exactly where they are on the floor in the kitchen.<br/><br/>If you’ve got a moment, perhaps you would take the time to vote in the poll and / or leave a comment. Thanks for looking !<br/></div>bare-faced gardenerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443647417719784835noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091547929570568711.post-17272710697938584902008-08-26T09:57:00.004+02:002008-08-29T09:31:43.958+02:00a curious thingI was looking out of the kitchen window just before taking L B for our walk and to my horror saw that the pathetic things passing themselves off as tomato plants were looking extremely droopy. I usually try to water early in the morning as I’ve read so much about it being preferable, because plants are less prone to any airborne fungal infections than if they’d been left damp overnight. I do wonder if that is the case, as it is still so warm I’m sure that any water on the plants would dry / evaporate before nightfall, but I’m trying to do the right thing and Patrick our professional gardener in the French gardening group is always banging on about ‘the fungus’ ! I’m watering every second or possibly third day and am slightly alarmed at how badly they are in need of water and I’m relieved when back from our walk that they are looking slightly better, but it has obviously affected them.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/SLbE2IsecoI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Ikt4UPK2AxQ/s1600-h/DSCN2530.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/SLbE2IsecoI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Ikt4UPK2AxQ/s200/DSCN2530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239591650818159234" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/SLbE2djcuyI/AAAAAAAAAEc/opxKy4HJqpk/s1600-h/DSCN2463.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/SLbE2djcuyI/AAAAAAAAAEc/opxKy4HJqpk/s200/DSCN2463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239591656417442594" border="0" /></a><div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">Along the canal are many <i>potagers</i> in gardens or small pieces of enclosed land. But there is one <i>potager</i> that is planted in some very fertile soil just by the canal, in open land – the canal is <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/SLbD1-y6oCI/AAAAAAAAAEM/9Z7DU_CeLcU/s1600-h/DSCN2466.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/SLbD1-y6oCI/AAAAAAAAAEM/9Z7DU_CeLcU/s200/DSCN2466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239590548649189410" border="0" /></a>redirected onto this land every few days through carefully dug furrows – unprotected from walkers and their dogs but more importantly unprotected from the variety of wildlife that lives around here, namely badger (although I haven’t seen one recently) fox, hare and of course Nature’s rotavator : the wild boar – <i>sanglier</i>. There was evidence of the boar just a few days ago where they had been digging holes near a tree root making a slightly precarious section of the pathway even more so. But, it seems, very little damage or nibbling has affected these beautiful specimens of tomatoes, carrots, aubergines, peppers, celery, parsley and basil. Where was the slug damage when they were first planted ? Are all the slimy beasts hiding out round at our place ? !<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/SLbGO2Cm05I/AAAAAAAAAEs/btHnlxKg2q4/s1600-h/DSCN2376.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/SLbGO2Cm05I/AAAAAAAAAEs/btHnlxKg2q4/s200/DSCN2376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239593174819066770" border="0" /></a>Anyway, this morning I am shocked to see what had been gloriously green courgette plants only yesterday now collapsed from the centre and covered in mildew. Some of the tomato plants also look sad, but nowhere near as sad as mine did earlier. Then on <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/SLbGOhqGj7I/AAAAAAAAAEk/OQbngLOvt_k/s1600-h/DSCN2379.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivqoeEsIIGM/SLbGOhqGj7I/AAAAAAAAAEk/OQbngLOvt_k/s200/DSCN2379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239593169347579826" border="0" /></a>the way home I notice that some of the trees planted along the roadside have turned their leaves in and downwards. It hasn’t been terribly hot in the last couple of days – early 30°s but we did have a <i>mistral</i> wind for about 24 hours – that causes worse evaporation than the heat of the sun. So perhaps the <i>mistral</i> was the cause ?<br /></div>bare-faced gardenerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443647417719784835noreply@blogger.com2