17 Jul 2011

Rogue seed.




Looking at Gillian's blog inspired me to make a comment on my own gardening efforts this year. I too bought a cherry tree and had it planted in front of the kitchen window to give me something nicer to look at than the neighbour's ranks of cars. It produced a dozen nice fat little cherries which wasn't bad for a first time. They'd just got ripe enough to harvest when - they'd gone!

Damn those birds. And to think I'm getting them a bird table to protect them from the clever pussy catty-o's round here.

The other excitement has been the nasturtiums. A packet of seed has yielded a row of weedy looking smalls that have nevertheless flowered, and one colossus that threatens to take over the garden. It's as well they aren't all like the rogue seed.

Sweaty July weather here. Some nice sunshine but clammy with moisture. I was glad to have to rescue g'son from a camp-out that he wasn't enjoying because the other children were too young and noisy (he doen't like disorder!). To get him back I took the water taxi over the bay to the forested dunes on the other side. Very enjoyable.

He returned unscathed from the big ride, although we found later that the place where his pony spooked and skittered at a wood lorry a horse and rider were killed outright nine years ago. It's no wonder that riding is the sport that costs the most to insure.

2 comments:

stitching and opinions said...

Nasturtiums are so rewarding when they work, and avoid the dreaded black fly. Yours are a lovely shape. We have some in a big pot which come up each year and are a mix of scarlets and oranges, gorgeous, and apart from weeding out the ivy trying to strangle them need no fiddling from me.

Gillian said...

We had fourteen cherries and ate six of them. They are Morellos which means they are not sweet dessert ones but are best cooked or preserved in some way. DJ wanted to keep the pits and plant them but it would serve us better to buy another tree than wait for the fruits of our fruit to grow big enough to fruit in our own time.
Cheers Gillian