This is the beginning of another horticultural adventure.
I was given two bulb/seeds of crinum mauritianum, a plant that was endangered. If all goes well, I will be contributing to its preservation.
I prepared two pots with a mixture of compost, molehill dirt and sand, in equal parts.
I placed the bulb/seeds on top and pushed down slightly, as advised by a site I consulted.
Next comes patience (a virtue).
We have been moving toward the no-dig method. I still seem to be doing a lot of digging. This patch was under a heavy mulch and all seemed fine, apart from the volunteer potatoes, until about two weeks ago when suddenly the mulch mostly disappeared and all kinds of other things sprang up. The squash plants are ready to go in but their new bed is not quite made yet.
We ate one of the mystery squashes which I think is a Malabar gourd (Cucurbita ficifolia).
The attempted weigh in the garden was way off.
The flesh was like zucchini (courgette) but the seeds were like pumpkin.
I steamed the whole thing. Why did I think two people needed two kilos of squash? The extra was prepared as a gratin and stuck in the freezer. There are more of these squash in the garden which I plan to save as winter squash.
Three days ago as I was passing by the Swiss chard, something caught my eye. I did a double take or multiple take, since I took several photos. Blue mushrooms? Are they really blue or starting to rot?
Three days later, they have grown so no, they are not rotting. Another mystery to be solved. What kind are they?
Does anyone need an opening phrase for a never-ending saga ?
“She noticed it was dirty.”
How could a simple idea like “clean that Vélux” turn into such an undertaking! I considered writing heavy undertaking or enormous undertaking or even just big, but decided to do limited exaggeration. Does that exist or is it an oxymoron? In any case I warned myself that the next passing pigeon would bring the window out of its semi-pristine state, semi-, because who can claim to make an over 30 years old skylight like new? Upstairs, downstairs, rub, rub, rub, scrape, rub some more…
I think my shoulder gave up a half-life to the cause. Or did I do something yesterday? Oh, yes, I was waving a hedge cutter above my head in a vain attempt to dompter shrubbery originally intended to just go natural and act as a windbreak, but now risks blocking the sun from the persimmon tree we planted later. Dompter is what lion tamers do. Back, back, eleagnus and photinia. May the sun shine on the persimmon tree and into our bedroom.
The unfinished trimming—maybe with a lopper?
I felt rewarded when I went to the store and discovered my latest vice was back in stock after several months of absence.
There’ll be some crunching in the old house tonight.
La, la, la…..