Weekending

The garden has been calling to me all week.  Every time I stepped outside to hang up the washing I could smell the blossoms and hear the birds singing or deers barking in the woods. I had to steal myself to go back indoors. By Friday I couldn't resist any longer. I spent the whole day repotting courgettes and tomato plants. I re-housed ferns in an effort to plant Noah's garden in a metal bin we found at a car boot sale. I checked the trees and bushes for fruit and the garage for apples stored last autumn. Wondered why, however mature our homemade compost is that it always has the most enormous pieces of egg shell in it.  Then decided that it made me love it even more...is shows that it's homemade. 


Friday was a bit of a learning curve. I learnt that our garage is much too damp to store apples for any length of time, and that we cut back the apple trees and big vine much too late (or too early)!  I don't think we'll have any grapes this year and hardly any apples...and everything else seems to be coming back to life much later than we've got used to recently.


But the gooseberries are doing fine, the strawberries are on their way and amazingly nothing has eaten them yet.  And the elderflowers are just about ready to make syrup. 


Thankfully I'd made some asparagus, and cheese and onion tarts, with spelt flour for me and wheat for 'A' earlier in the week so I didn't even have to stop to cook anything...A dull day but an amazingly balmy one...that somehow seemed to make everything look greener than it actually was. Oh and I had a go at making spelt bread with sour dough with not the best results...but that's another story...


linking here today...


...I hope you had a good weekending too...