I was going to post something else, but the pictures came out all blurry (my fault). I’ll try again this evening; in the meantime this is Misty, taken five minutes ago.
I was going to post something else, but the pictures came out all blurry (my fault). I’ll try again this evening; in the meantime this is Misty, taken five minutes ago.
It’s been sunny here but we had a winter lunch, baked potato. It was the first of our new maincrop tattie, “Cara”. Good flavour and texture, but rather savaged by eel-worm.
http://www.gardenaction.co.uk/fruit_veg_diary/fruit_veg_mini_project_november_1_potato_cara.htm
savaged by eel-worm“protein-rich”.‘Course, if we kept goats they’d eat the wormy ones. Or pigs.
What are you waiting for?
Bad weather this morning, but nice and shiny now, and probably heading your way.
It’s not much good if the sun comes out at six this evening.
It’s raining here too (Nova Scotia).
Warm sprig day here in Buenos Aires.
Impressive news: our former president and husband of our actual president died today. Many of us think he was the real president behind her wife, so let’s see what happens now…
I saw that, Julia; it was in the British newspapers today. Here’s an article about Néstor Kirchner.
Trond (weather reporter); you were quite right, it’s clear now!
And this evening we ate our last tomato. But of our summer crops we still have a couple of peppers ripening on the kitchen windowsill, and two chillis.
Rains seem to be finally over here. Now for three months of almost bearable weather while you suffer.
The last time I grew tomatoes they weren’t half as good as the delicious ones I can buy at the supermarket (yes, I’m serious).
Phuket, we will suffer in dignity.
“yes, I’m serious”: by golly, I am impressed. Supermarket toms in Britain were going to be rubbish forever it once seemed. Then a few years ago decent “vine tomatoes” appeared. But now they seem to have become rubbish too. I think yer average Brit just likes dud tomatoes – hard, unripe, tasteless objects. Our own from the kitchen garden are far better, as were my father’s from his greenhouse when I was a laddie. He kept us in good toms and cucumbers through the summer and autumn. Oh, those wonderful shrimp salads…..
I grew tasteless ones. It was very disappointing.