Many years ago we visited an open day at our local Buddhist centre in the City (which has since moved here). We bought a six inch tree in a pot – thereafter known as the Buddhist Tree. In the City it stood in a pot in the back yard. That pot travelled to Gribin Isaf in the removal van and has moved around the plot for the last eighteen months. This week it sunk its roots in the solid ground:
It is here to stay
spreading its goldeness
Produce round up:
We have inherited many varieties of strawberries. As soon as one ends its fruiting, another starts
We have a very well organised succession sowing radish system. This means if we don’t eat them for a week they do grow a bit – but perfect and devoid of slug nibbles
Two rows of beetroot were sown, most came to nothing but it appears we do have one available
We have been growing chard because it is pretty, but are not sure what to do with it next
After last year’s fruitless weather the orchard looks a little more promising
Lemons have tantalised us in the past, now they are tucked up in the polytunnel can they see it through?
The first tomatoes are colouring up
Like the lemons, last year the aubergines teased us, flowering and then wilting. Will it be different this year?
Meanwhile the newt rests in the Green Room tank
the guinea pigs practise ramp walking in their new home
and the youngest ducks (who are not really -lings any longer) move to their evening quarters and line up for the bedtime bath
Pethan eraill yn y tyddyn heddiw: