It dawned on me today that this blog is the twenty-first century way of writing letters home. If I'd emigrated one hundred years ago, I'd be putting pen to paper to share updates about my new life. But the web makes life much simpler: instead of maintaining communication with a range of correspondents I can just update this one location and keep in touch with lots of people all at once.
Having said all that, I think my asparagus harvest to date would hardly have been worth writing home about.
On the other hand, the tomato plants are flourishing:
Just before I left for a trip back to the UK I was draping them with polythene and stacking hot chicken manure underneath them to protect them from the cold. Since I got back on Monday the weather has abruptly turned from winter to summer without the courtesy of a sojourn in spring. The daffodils were over in a few days and the tulips and grape hyacinths were hot on their heels.
between the rains
5 weeks ago
1 comment:
Your garden looks amazing! I too have tried making my own yoghurt with somewhat mixed results. love sue
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