Archive | May 2011

Waiting for the Next Giggle

Not very wide awake, through the window, out of the corner of my eye, I saw white stuff on the ground.  !!! ???  Petra zo? !!! *   It was rose petals.  

Next, in the greenhouse, there was a lady -in-waiting, wearing her finest hat.

Two good giggles already and it’s barely half past eight.  A funny Friday?

Sprouted Quinoa

Another adventure in raw food–sprouted quinoa.  This could almost be called fast food.  These seeds were soaked for half an hour, then drained.  They sprouted over night.  I spilled a few out so you could see the little shoots.

I prepared them in a salad.  I was happy with the carrot, spinach, basil, parsley part, but the shallot was too strong, even though I had let it set in vinegar for a while before adding the other ingredients.

The Garden Visit Completed

Sunday morning does seem to be the best time for me to upload to youtube.    The last two videos are now available.  One thing about doing these, saying “I need to work here, I need to work there”, it did inspire me to get busy.

So here ends our visit, ladies and gentlemen.  You are welcome to step inside for a cup of tea.

Second Garden Video

Here is the second part of the walk around our garden which took place on May 6th.  I have a very narrow time window for uploading these videos.  It needs to done early in the morning before the Americans are awake and I have to keep doing something on the computer so it doesn’t shut itself off.  Meanwhile the garden has continued growing, other things are flowering and we managed to get a few cherries before the birds realized they were ready.  We planted this cherry tree 25 years ago.

Macabre Morning in the Greenhouse

I found one slug between the seed flat and the water tray.  It was promptly evicted from the premises.  I was tempted to give it to the chickens, but could feel vengeance in my heart so I didn’t.  Now I don’t have any of those plants to give away. 

Visiting the Garden

I made some videos, walking around our garden, chatting like I would to a friend.  They take a long time to upload.  Probably I should change some settings on the camera.

Here is part one:

Picture Perfect – Tools of the Trade

It was high time these tools were put to work in this dahlia bed.

For more entries on the theme of tools of the trade, go to Picture Perfect.

Identification is Closer

Some time back I sowed some seeds from the mysterious capsules shown in this blog entry :

A weedy looking “thang” has been hanging around in the pot.  I didn’t know if it was from seeds that had blown in there or if it was from the seeds I planted until the other day when I saw this green lantern dangling near the chives.  A little bit more research and I should eventually find out this plant’s name.  It makes an inconspicuous yellow flower.

Funny thing—while re-reading my previous entry on this subject, I noticed the coincidence that my friend’s neufbox has again been zapped by lightning (the storms we had on Saturday).  She was the 10th person to show up in the company’s local office with that problem.  It’s so much easier to go to a local office than to try to deal with a helpline.  “They” have their set procedures and cannot deal with situations outside of their norm such as not being able to use a mobile in front of a computer because there is no signal in the house.  Our granite walls here in Brittany protect us in more ways than one.

May Day 2011

This year the lilies of the valley have been blooming since April 10th whereas usually we wonder if any will open for May Day.  Yesterday we had thunder, lightning and hail.  No real apparent damage in the garden, just the lettuce looks a bit bedraggled.  I am so glad to have rain.  It was worrisome, this unusually sunny weather.  Will it frost?  Will there be a drought?  Can I use the water in the cistern or should I save it in case things get worse?  Nice rain falling today with a moment of respite which enabled me to sow more leafy vegetables.

It has become a regular thing for me to post on May Day.  I was wondering if that is equivalent to a pagan celebration.  I think it just serves me as a mark of sorts, observing this year’s season in relation to the past years.

Many enjoy and prefer the sunny weather.  I do too, up to a point, but when the point arrives that everything is thirsty, nothing is growing from lack of water, then I prefer the rainy weather.  Perhaps in life we also prefer the party times, wishing we didn’t need to work, wallowing in letting ourselves go rather than striving to become better, more loving, more peaceful, more forgiving.