My garden in June

Yes June. Let’s just call this a bit of a throw back post. I’m putting my tardiness down to a change in how I’m editing and storing my photos, which although it’s not hugely different has thrown me a little. But looking through the photos I’d added to this post, the memories were strong, so I couldn’t not share. And yes, updates for July and August should also follow, hopefully this side of Christmas.

But anyway, let’s head back to June and roses in bloom - can you smell them?

a yellow rose

Although it does look a little nibbled doesn’t it?

June was also the month of the Little Shed and the Great Greenhouse Clearout. The photo below is one of the before shots and on reflection it doesn’t seem that bad, but I couldn’t move in there so it needed some tidying, at the very least.

looking into the greenhouse and looking for more space
chilli plug plants

The chillies I ordered arrived and survived - in fact most are still going strong. I’ve even had some padron peppers, which if I’m really honest I probably wasn’t expecting. Only a few, but a few more than I thought.

We made friends with two little cats from a couple of doors down. They both quickly became known as #notmycat and both provided much entertainment, even for MOH, who - well let’s just say, he’s not a natural cat fan. This one - we started to call her Bob-alike because she looked like my Bob. She spent a lot of time that month on our fence, and was young and impressionable enough for us to talk her out of chasing birds, but our talks are less effective now.

#notmycat makes an unusual fence post topper

The little shed was reassembled after spending a fair time in parts behind the pizza oven, where it had lived since it came back from the laptop. Clearly that it’s not its final home, as that would just be odd.

the little shed reassembled before moving into place

Ah yes, cherries. This year we had so many. It was also the year that MOH needed to pick them all before the pigeons got them. He brought them indoors and left them, so then needed sorting again as those with bugs in made themselves known. To be fair though he stoned all the ones we kept - it’s a thankless task, and I’ve a feeling that he won’t be so keen next year! He also made cherry conserve, some runny, some more set than rubber - but I’m sure both will be tasty.

cherries ripening on our tree

We cleaned out the big shed, and discovered this in a cardboard box. I was both fascinated, curious and scared - though as it turned out whatever lived there had long since moved out. It was beautiful too, but from a distance.

discovering an (empty) nest in the shed
a much emptier greenhouse - still work in progress

Once everything was out of the greenhouse, it felt so much bigger. As you’d expect. The photo above is a midway shot. It clearly filled up again pretty quickly, but even so, the resulting layout is working much better.

My nasturtium leaves went speckled, and very pretty they were too.

speckled nasturtium leaves

We saw wildlife. In our kitchen. This stag beetle wasn’t the only one to fly in - but oh, the noise. They are fascinating creatures, but they’re a little pre-historic. I think each of us were equally stressed, and I’m still not sure if the ‘dropping into the garlic pot’ was a planned move, or a stroke of genius. Either way that’s where it ended up, well just before it was rather rudely turned out onto the patio table.

the stag beetle from the kitchen

Peonies. Sigh. They were great.

pastel peony in flower

This is only part of the contents from the now empty greenhouse. And a fair bit of it ended up in the little shed.

emptying the greenhouse
putting it back into the little shed
growing lettuce and nasturtiums

Our lettuce was just getting going in June, and it quickly became a daily ritual to pick lettuce for lunch, shortly before we ate it.

bountiful white roses on the patio

The roses on the patio went wild, and the petals dropped as the weather changed. We patched up next door’s broken fence during lockdown, and have spent most of the time since threading the plants through the trellis to regain that privacy. On the whole it’s been successful.

watching the growth on the temporary and prickly fence
a more orderly greenhouse

Above is the final layout of the greenhouse, with much smaller plants than I remember.

home grown strawberries

We had quite a few home grown strawberries despite neglect.

pots of lettuce starting out

There was extraordinary weather. It teamed down. And of course MOH was out on his bike in this. So was rather wet when he got back.

torrential rain

The sun shined and the jasmine smelled sweet. It was a good year for jasmine too, and it seems an early trim and shape really helps.

sweet smelling jasmine

We moved this plant - and split it in half. Only half survived, but not as you’d expect the half that moved to another part of the garden - that was fine, and flowered successfully. The half that stayed in place was less lucky and I think we’ve lost it - which is peculiar, but one of those things.

a successfully moved plant
sweet peas and the gas bottle

The sweet peas found ways to flower, and the agapanthus threw up 9 flowers between them. Now it was just a case of waiting for them all to break out.

agapanthus flowers breaking out
#notmycat making himself comfortable

Ah yes, the other #notmycat and as you can see, clearly making himself at home.

PoCoLo

Reflecting on my week #142

We were lucky with the weather for our day trip to Whitstable. After a day at home, on top of many months mostly at home, it was good to escape and have a relatively normal day out. We hadn’t been to our favourite Kent coastal town this year, nor for a few years probably, but it was good to see that many of our favourites were still there, some had gone, but some new ones had taken their place. The town was probably at more normal levels, after experiencing many day-trippers during the summer, and who as we spoke to some shopkeepers weren’t what I’d call covid-compliant, or happy to respect the rules. Thankfully none of those were evident on our visit, which coincided with the first day of the NHS Covid-19 app, which we downloaded and made use of in a couple of places with no trouble at all. I’m not going to comment on the app, and the flaws that are being reported on, or how long it’s taken to arrive, because I don’t think I’ve really got anything new to add.

boats at whitstable harbour

The weather was a mix of blue, cloudy skies and grey clouds looming. We were fortunate that we managed to eat our fish and chips al-fresco in one of the more blue-skied moments, and that was a tactical decision. I love to house-spot on the coastal path, and try to avoid being caught snapping people’s houses. Even though the terrace below is colourful the greyness seems to suit this photo, later in the week I’ll share a more colourful post.

walking along the front admiring the houses which were a bit grey at times
fish and chips on the beach

We did our best to shop in the local shops, eating fish and chips and tea and cake later on. We left with some cheese from the cheese shop, and rather bizarrely a large duck from the butchers for under a tenner. Not everyone goes to Whitstable and buys duck, oysters or fish are probably more usual.

coastal rooftops

Our luck with the weather ran out though, and of course after carrying our waterproofs around all day, our luck run out while they were in the car. There was nothing else for it, but a mad dash back to the car, launching ourselves into the dry as quickly as we could.

There has been a distinctly autumnal feel to the mornings hasn’t there? Normally we’re not one for having the heating on at a whim, we’ve both come from the “put another jumper on” school of thought. But when we woke on Friday and the radiators were warm, it was very welcome. We’ve come close to relenting though this weekend, but we’ve stuck to the layered approach. The closest we came to breaking was Saturday night after an afternoon outside at the Greenwich Comedy Festival.

in our box at the greenwich comedy festival

This year it was wholly outside and tickets were sold in twos, with each two having a metre box to socially distance within. We were a good way away from the stage, and it must have been tough for the comedians, as the atmosphere was pretty much non-existent. I was hoping that it’d stay dry, but no such luck. During Nina Conti’s set we, along with most of the audience were scrabbling for waterproofs and umbrellas. She had a couple of people up on the stage, and I bet they couldn’t believe their luck at getting under cover.

The show was hosted by Stephen K Amos and Reginald D Hunter had a set as well, but for us the main attraction was Henning Wehn. The show had been shortened, and it felt like Henning’s set had been shortened most, that could be because I’m not a huge fan of Reginald D Hunter (we’ve seen him before and my opinion hasn’t really changed). The arrangements though were totally covid-compliant, even if some of the attendees kept forgetting.

it rained, it was cold

It finished by 5 and our plan was to get some food early (for us) and head home. Though with the new 10pm curfew we thought our best plan would be to avoid Greenwich town centre and the people leaving the afternoon session, along with those arriving for the evening session potentially overlapping with many aiming to eat in restaurants with already reduced capacities. So we headed over to Canary Wharf on the DLR, as we’d spotted that there’s now a Five Guys in one of the shopping centres. It could well have been there a while to be fair, and it’s one of the foods I’ve been keen to eat during lockdown.

We got there fine, the DLR was busier than we expected, but everyone was wearing face coverings and keeping as distanced as they could. In the shopping centre, there were signs up to say that face coverings must be worn. However this was far from the norm, and far from being enforced. There were groups of, mainly young girls, patrolling the centre. We saw two groups of girls, and numerous young couples ignoring the advice, with either no masks or masks under their chins, and it was easy to see why we’re unable to control numbers. The complete disregard for the requirements, and for those around them was quite shocking, let alone respecting the staff working in the restaurants.

While my burger - cheeseburger with jalapeños, my order every time - was great, we didn’t hang around for longer than we needed to and headed back south of the river, walking home from Greenwich. I think it’ll be a while before we head back there, and we won’t be going again on a weekend that’s for sure. Maybe during the week those visiting will be more compliant, who knows. I’ve had my Five Guys fill though, so hopefully that will see me through for a while.

my five guys burger

Like many people we’re keeping an eye on what’s happening, and how the R number is managed. We have a week booked in October, and after not being able to go to the Lake District in June, we’re hoping that this time away won’t be scuppered either. We know we may need to change our plans, as we’re hoping to see and stay with family the weekend before, but we’re hopeful that we’ll still be able too. But as we’ve seen so many times already this year, there’s no guarantees, and there won’t be unless we all act responsibly. But that’s another soapbox, I’m not getting onto in this post.

Stay safe this week, and stay warm - it’s October on Thursday, and my heating just might be going on.

Reflecting on my week #141

Well, we did manage a paella as I hoped, though we’ve not managed as many barbecues in the last week as we’d hoped. What we hadn’t accounted for was how early it’s dark now. And how quickly it’s chilling down, that’s definitely more than a hint of autumn, but it’s not all bad.

I’d rigged up a string of solar lights across the garden in a very small attempt to get some light out there. Of course it doesn’t give anywhere near enough light, but they do look pretty. It’s across the garden, and has quickly become affectionately known as the washing line.

MOH spotted some battery garden lights, which can be connected to make longer strings. And so a master plan has been formed. Armed with a length of solar lights, a measure and today’s equivalent of the back of a fag packet, the plan was hatched.

a garden light master plan

The plan is to add three further strings of lights across the conservatory, the patio and further down the garden to transform our garden into a twinkling wonderland, although not so much of the twinkling. MOH is tasked with making the purchase tomorrow, and now all we need is some lanterns to supplement these. If I’m lucky i’ll have sourced these by next spring!

I took some time Wednesday afternoon away from my laptop, and away from work. Not quite as soon as I wanted, but some time nonetheless. I was dithering about what to do, and where to go, as I was waiting for the doctor to call, and with impeccable timing, he called. My blood pressure average for the past week wasn’t so different from the reading when I visited the surgery, in fact he asked me if I’d been taking the tablets. I had, and now I have more, so hopefully we’ll see a difference. And all because of a routine medication check, which has been a few years overdue, as it turned out.

notmycat on the roof of the little shed

I said last week about how the littlest #notmycat has an unhealthy interest in the squirrels, it seems her attention has been turned. Not for the first time this week we’ve spotted her making full use of the small shed’s roof. Yesterday instead of darting off, she tolerated my attempts to get closer. Not quite up to a tickle like her brother Sid (aka Killer) but comfortable enough to settle down.

We spent most of Sunday gardening, which is the first time for a while. But it looks much better for it, and I even found a lone sweet pea.

a single sweet pea

Gorgeous, I wish there were more!

I’ve only got a couple of days at work this week, but looking at the weather forecast I’m not sure that our planned trip to the south coast will happen. But then again if Boris has an announcement anything like the predictions we might choose not to go anyway.

Who knows, I think we’ll just have to wait and see. That’s much the story of 2020 though, isn’t it?