Christmas Eve Compost, a set on Flickr.
Spent a couple of hours on the plot on Christmas Eve. The weather is so mild 11 - 12 degrees, with very thin sunshine tricking the rhubarb into sprouting a shoot and which may explain the Russian Olive Tree flowering for the first time. Last year around this time we were knee deep in snow, had roaring fires in the grate in the living room to keep warm and in the night we were down to minus ten degrees.
Harvested the Jerusalem Artichokes and going to give them another go despite the issues in the farts department. So tonight, boxing night I've chipped them and roasted them in Goose fat, lovely, well for now anyway.
Bob from next door has lost a plastic frog from his pond. All the wind and rain we've had must have blown the frog somewhere. He informs me that the field rats are taking his fish (real) from the pond. Field rats! If I find the frog I'll replace it in or near the pond.
Spent a couple of hours on the plot on Christmas Eve. The weather is so mild 11 - 12 degrees, with very thin sunshine tricking the rhubarb into sprouting a shoot and which may explain the Russian Olive Tree flowering for the first time. Last year around this time we were knee deep in snow, had roaring fires in the grate in the living room to keep warm and in the night we were down to minus ten degrees.
Harvested the Jerusalem Artichokes and going to give them another go despite the issues in the farts department. So tonight, boxing night I've chipped them and roasted them in Goose fat, lovely, well for now anyway.
Bob from next door has lost a plastic frog from his pond. All the wind and rain we've had must have blown the frog somewhere. He informs me that the field rats are taking his fish (real) from the pond. Field rats! If I find the frog I'll replace it in or near the pond.
