Gardening again

So, here we are, another season (another reason) for showing lots of pictures of vegetable beds in various stages of growth.  This is the leek bed at the top, still with a fair amount of crop left - they are St Victor, a lovely blue leaved and very hardy variety.  Apparently they can be left in until May, by which time I will be ready to put in my kale and brocolli.  I do follow a crop rotation system, but it is fairly loose. The bed in the middle of the picture contains lots of shallots - a whole bed of Red Sun, in fact, and is covered in very thorny prunings of wild rose and holly to deter the neighbourhood cats.  Oh - and see that cage thing in the very top of the picture?

No, it's not the latest idea from Super Nanny, or one of the other parent and child torturers!  It did form part of the failed defences againt the hens, and will become a new defence against cabbage white butterfly, with some discreet netting applied.  That is, of course, if James lets me  - he seems to have appropriated it as a den.

Talking about defence against the red hens - notice the more subtle fencing in this picture.   A 7 foot high chicken wire fence has relaced the totally ineffective orange security net contraption that we previously had.  I am almost confident that I will be able to skip in and out of the side door in my summer sandals without trailing hen poop into the kitchen.  We'll see - methinks those ladies have other ideas, somehow!

Anyway, a quick stop for lunch outside and then back to the tools.

More fencing along the top of the veg plot this time, and we are set for another exciting roller coaster gardening year. 

Tomato Time Again!

Hurray!  We sowed our tomato seeds on Friday.  After a long discussion and much poring over seed catalogues and a fairly thorough post-mortem of last year's performance, the Tomato Team (which consists of James, my Dad, and me) made our decision on what to grow this year.  And the surprise result is a clean sweep for the Reds!  We felt that the White Tomasol was a complete washout, both in cropping terms and in flavour,  the Black from Tula was tasty, but wasn't juicy enough and tended to go soft very quickly, while Sungold was alright but the skins were a shade tough.  So - here is what we are growing this year - all organic

• Burpees Delicious
• San Marzano
• Lylia Cerisette
•  Moneymaker

 

And here they are steaming away nicely in their cosy propagator.

Stop Press!!!  This morning when we lifted the lid pf the propagator we found a tiny green shoot peeking through (see small red arrow) .  It is a San Marzano - later on a Lylia Cerissett appreared too!  I just love the excitement and buzz of watching seeds grow. 

Just a song at twighlight.

Every evening we are entertained by this maestro.  His sweet tenor voice resounds in the garden until darkness has fallen.  He trills his beautiful song long after the other birds have quietened down, occassionaly interrupting his tune to chime a sharp warning 'chink chink' if he senses danger.

By that time, most of our garden birds are roosting in this tall juniper, or in the overgrown privet hedges that surround the top part of the garden, and apart from Mr Blackbird, only quiet chirpings and murmurings can be heard as they settle down after their busy day.

 

And they are very busy right now - collecting all sorts of bits and pieces for their nests - flying around, diving into hedges and undergrowth all over the place, stopping off now and then for a quick snack.  There is a definite air of purposefulness.  Our garden is a bit wild and messy, so there are always lots of debris lying around that the birds can use.

Today I gave James a haircut - not too drastic, just a wee trim.  What better use for those soft blond curls than to nestle some little baby birds in?

Spring Nature Table

Just a quick post to show our newly revamped nature table in its Spring colours. Even though we still have some vestiges of snow lying around, there is a definite scent of spring in the air.

A snuggly day.

James was feeling a bit poorly today - he woke up in the night and informed me he had a cold.  I had thought yesterday he was 'hanging' for something, as we say here abouts.  Anyway, such a day called for some quiet down time,
 

 and burning of tea tree and eucalyptus oil,

lots of chammomile tea with honey and lemon to drink,

some gentle remedies,

and lots of snuggles on the couch with his favourite blanket and all the teddies - oh, and Mum too, when she put her camera down!

Holding on as much as we can.

We visited Gran in hospital today.  She was looking very relaxed and settled.  The hairdresser had been in, and the nursing assistant had given her a manicure.  She had participated in a chair exercise session that morning, and had watched a film after lunch.  She seems to be far less agitated in this setting, much as I thought she would.  She's  not sure why she is there, and yet she thinks this is where she has always been.  She knows this wee boy's smile though.
Thanks you for all your supportive and gentle messages about Mum. I have a half drafted post in my head somewhere about my thoughts and feelings regarding this.  It may come out fully fledged one day - who knows?  For now, though, we are just holding on as much as we can. 

Book Sharing - Life without school

I just have to share this book with you today.  I know this Mama has also chosen it as her book of the week, but I make no apology for doing likewise -  Life without School: the quiet revolution, by Veronika Sophia Robinson, Eliza Serena Robinson, Bethany A Robinson, Paul Robinson is a beautiful and inspiring story of an unschooled family's life. It gently takes us through their story, telling us their thoughts, hopes, dreams and the reality of their daily lives.  It never preaches or tries to make shrill, clever arguments for their way of life, yet it certainly gives plenty food for thought (as well as delicious recipes)  We are welcomed into their home, beside the cosy wood fire,  and soon slip into their rhythm..  A magical book, and though I didn't want it to end, I nevertheless read it almost non-stop - even while stir frying vegetables for Saturday night dinner!   Here is a sample.

Life without school is a scrapbook of my family's memories: snapshots of our life.  If you can imagine this book as a patchwork quilt full of different ideas and images, in no particular order, yet all sewn together, you'll get a picture of our unschooling life.

It's 8pm on a deep dark and snowy December evening in 2008.  I'm perched just inches from the wood fire, writing up notes for this book.  Bethany is knitting a Christmas gift beneath the light of the lamp, a cat snoozing upon her lap.  Eliza, deep in thought, is writing a story about a home-educated girl; and Paul is reading.  On the piano rests a piece of music called Tingalaya that Eliza composed earlier in the day in honour of a Sun Goddess she'd created during her story writing.

Such a scene couldn't be further removed from what most people consider to be education, and yet, here, by the hearth of our home, lies the heart of our family's journey of home education.

I just wanted to be there, and I was so glad to be part of it for a short while.

Book sharing monday is graciously hosted by Alex at Canadian Home Learning.

Life without school is available from Starflower Press 

Veronika and Paul Robinson edit The Mother Magazine