This weekend I went to Malvern flower show with my pal. I had never been before, but it reminded me of Royal Cornwall show I used to go to with my grandparents as a small child – except there were no cattle or sheep shows. In one of the school gardens I saw a great idea I had to try. They had pint milk bottles with strawberries growing in them, all suspended on a horizontal bamboo cane. It inspired me to try something similar myself. A school garden based on Shakespeare’s Tempest. I knew that this wouldn’t last long term. A pint bottle is too small for decent root growth, and bamboo is strong until it gets waterlogged then it rots. I would likely give way at around fruiting time for the berries.
Today I was at Blog On Cymru in Cardiff. This meant I was up early for a weekend, but was worth the effort for the goody bag alone but that is another post. The best thing today was Lucy teaching me some photography skills, and it appears I have a bit of a natural talent for “staged flat lay photography”. I’ll share a few images here and I would love your opinions please.
As you know it’s Valentine’s day shortly and I want to write about Blokey, almost to him. StressFreePrint wanted bloggers to write open letters to loved ones, so here goes. The poor guy gets a hard time living with me. At times I am extremely annoying to live with, I know I am, I hear myself being horrid and cringe. But it’s too late; the nasty words are already said.
This week with the hot weather my garden is doing rather well. I finally, almost, have a lawn again. I’ve been sneaking out in the evenings and watering the trees and the mud lawn so it doesn’t die from the heat. I recently shared photos of my fruit trees, and hopefully you can see the size increase of the plums. The plums were about baked bean sized, now they are more like traditional sweet stall humbug sized.
Today Freya Woof learnt to open the back door handle. Today she did this as I was in the garden feeding our chickens. She got Fajita, and I got to them so fast. I screamed at Freya and lifted my hand (a warning not being mean), she loosened her grip, but didn’t let go. I snatched my poor hen. Freya had her only by feathers at this point, so I inadvertently plucked a few more feathers from Fajita. Both our chickens ran for the house for safety and I got Freya’s collar and walked her to her crate for “time out”. I have kept them separate until this scuffle, and Freya is never allowed in the back garden.
I am not keen on overly commercial, over priced cards, or flowers. Instead I am making Blokey a gift. Its no secret that I can’t cook, in fact I go to basic cookery lessons. So I am making chocolates. I have some super strong Co-op fairtrade 85% cocoa dark chocolate, and some Cadbury DM fruit and nut. They are like the opposites, the Co-op being a coniseurs type, where you feel sick if you eat too much as its so rich. The DM is like comfort, its not too posh, not to cheap and its easy to eat all of it. I figure a mixture of these makes perfection. Like sweetness and bitterness, too posh versus normal.
I love wildlife, and around here we get rather a variety if you are looking. Birds, badgers, foxes, hedgehogs, wild rabbits, mice, owls and bats are common here. I encourage it all, except the foxes. I like foxes from a distance, but as I have pet chickens and bunnies I don’t like them too close. Bats.org.uk has some handy tips on gardening for bats and making bat boxes. For attracting the cute fluffy wildlife you need shelter and food! Ideally hedges for something to hide in/under, and grass with native wild flowers as this is what they munch outside of your garden after all. You can buy lawn seed premixed with wild flower seeds, talk about easy peasy! I put this in my garden today. Mainly in my fruit and flower bed and then patched the lawn. The RSPB is also great for information on encouraging wildlife, it’s not just […]
A year and a bit ago I wrote welcome Dotty. I loved my ugly, smelly, noisy, deformed little guinea pig. He was special, his personality was hard to ignore. Just over a year ago I went to a pet shop just to buy bunny food and left with Dotty. He choose us, made it clear we were his people, I insisted on taking him home, the staff had to check with management as he wasn’t officially “ready for release” to be adopted… Something like that. So I spoke to the managers and said Dotty was calling to me, he had picked me, and I was willing to love Dotty and I had a spare hutch. I wouldn’t have taken no as an answer in honesty! And I don’t even like guinea pigs. He was very different. Were were told Dotty was a girl but I figured that was wrong shortly […]
Yesterday Jen was being cute and chatty. Today he’s been stamping, screeching and trashing things. I removed the cardboard box (from my other post) so that I could attempt to tidy the front room. It was at a point I could no longer cope with the mess…. Then he poured his drink of water over his hotwheels track, proudly announcing “My cars can skid now!” I wasn’t as impressed by this as he was expecting. That was the final straw, a soaking wet carpet. “Please tidy up now. You knew water play is for the garden or bath.”