Tomato Watch

I managed to find a few more red ones.



And yes, those two are meant to be yellow. And the little dark ones, well, they're meant to be dark.



So then I did everything I could to strip back as much foliage as possible, chop off the fledgling branches with flowers and/or very small fruit that would never amount to anything, so each plant could put as much energy as possible into turning what exists, red (or whatever colour it should be).






Look at all that lovely fruit.



Last weekend I managed another bowlful. I would check during the week, but it is now dusk when I get home from work. I could go out with a flashlight - or I remember thinking last year, of investing in a headlamp (thus keeping my hands free).




I also found these three rather odd looking specimens. Don't quite know what to do with them, especially if they're as seedy as the other one I picked. Maybe I could make some tzaziki.



And these courgettes - no idea what is going on here. This big one in the middle - well, had it got just a little bigger I would have picked it, but it seems to have disappeared!




We're back to the same number of tiny ones. Edible? I'm just not sure.



I picked another bowlful this weekend. Given the rate I go through tomatoes, this isn't exactly a bumper year.



Hey ho, maybe next time.

23 September

with love.

Okay so ... poetry

That looks like such a strange word up there, "poetry".


I'm about to share my own poem, that I wrote perhaps some 29 years ago. A lot had happened in that particular summer, to do with love.

It was longer when I wrote it, but it was, I think kindly, cut down by my Creative Writing teacher at Triton College. The original is long destroyed, when I ruthlessly threw away everything of my early writings, when my parents were moving house to their beautiful new place, and so many remnants of my life still existed in the old place. Oh, there was some bad writing in there.

But as we have just passed the Harvest Moon, I thought it might be appropriate. I mean, it would be another year before I could even think of posting this again.

So without further ado -

The Harvest Moon kicks out the old, dear moon,
Young once, and winking.
Each crunchy leaf takes me
Farther away from you.

Full Moon in Pisces

Just soz y'all know.

Hmmm ... Gardens, Cats, and Astrology?

Or Gardens, Cats, and a Hot Babe in a Bikini ...?

Trellises for Cats

So last weekend, we (or rather my husband) finally put a trellis in the longstanding gap-at-the-back that has existed since we moved in, over 4 years ago. It's been a long time coming, but it was worth the wait.



You see the gap at the far right? Where you can see the tree that is actually behind the fence level? I've never really pointed it out before but it is and always has been a major ingress for the cats and other assorted wildlife. Even the back neighbour's extremely annoying little dog. Not that there are many cats left hanging around, since Ginger kicked them all out.




Well, we've been meaning to plug that for a long time now. Providing, of course, there is still ingress for at least one or two cats, but not a Jack Russell.


What with the holding it up to mark drill points, and measuring, and all that, Ginger got a little suspicious, and so when we temporarily put it down, he decided to stage a sit-in protest. Or rather, a lie-in protest. It took some doing to shift him, and he wasn't happy.

Ah, but little did he know, and although I said "don't worry about the cat(s), he'll get round" husband decided to accommodate.

Behold, trellis with cat hole.

He was so very excited and pleased with this he insisted I go to Phoebe's to get a climber (my husband, not the cat). I was happy to oblige.

However, considering what is down in the soil, when trying to plant it I encountered some obstacles:

That was pretty solid, and wasn't moving. I don't have the time or the energy to dig massive big rocks or bits of concrete out of this soil anymore.

So in the end, we stuck it in a pot. Hey, it looks fine. And we're out of here soon.

I decided to buy an evergreen climber, and this is called a "Bluebell Creeper", or Sollya heterophylla.



And with that, coupled with the fact that the next door neighbour's landlord took responsibility for the fence on the left (which really was ours ...) and repaired it (we meant to, honest!)

the garden is now completely enclosed, for the first time ever. Nothing can come in or out, except cats of course, perhaps foxes, and even hedgehogs.

Do you know what my first thought was?

"We could get a dog now."

Meagre Harvest

It's a good thing I'm not trying to live off anything I grow.


So far, this is the sum total of what I have been able to harvest from my garden.





Not too impressive, huh?

There have been perhaps 10 ripe tomatoes overall from this lot. And those, as you see, are the smaller variety. Not even a meal, really.


The foliage looks impressive, but apart from the one plant, every fruit is green. Green, green, green.

The big question is: why? I checked back and they were planted the second to last weekend in May. Maybe a week later than I would wish, but it's now September and none of these are red (or whatever colour they are supposed to be), or even approaching being so.

Who do I blame? Homebase and Jamie Oliver? Maybe I should have stuck with the rather uninspiring variety from my local garden centre, instead of buying mass-produced plants from a nationwide DIY conglomerate, even if Jamie did put his name on them.

Maybe, like my sister's patch in France, 4 years in a row of tomatoes in the same place does mean the soil is tired, and it's time to move to a new location.

I may have to rethink gravelling the whole top, and consider putting some raised beds in.

Or how about the crap summer? It's official - The Met Office confirms it was the coolest summer in 20 years.

And one courgette?

There are a few other possibles, very very small, and though promising, time is most definitely running out.

And those cucumbers - I had one in a salad last night. Quite seedy. Not inedible, not much flavour though.

Back to those tomatoes - I'd better dig out that recipe for Green Tomato Chutney.

Did I mention Marguerite?

Must always have Marguerites in my garden.

You might call it the humble Daisy, I call them Marguerites. Essential, and lovely.

You won't be surprised to hear of course ...

that I made friends with a cat whilst in Spain.

And very friendly he was, too. Well deserving of a bit of petting.

My sister told me to wash my hands afterwards.

I'm not sure how much she actually likes cats.

Summer Swimming

Slightly off topic, but there's not a lot going on out there in the back right now.


Did you know that you can swim in the Serpentine in Hyde Park, London? It's a very big lake in the middle of the park, and if you join the club, well you can swim year round. If you're completely insane, you can take part in the Christmas Day race. Obviously a tradition that goes back some years.







That must be cold. Possibly as icy cold as Lake Michigan in May.


So there's a part of the Serpentine that is cordoned off, and in the summer they open it up to the rest of us (slightly less insane).

But really, on a fine summer's day, it's lovely - a bit of algae floating around, and you have to share it with these guys.

They don't take terribly kindly to the humans invading their space - I mean, you know how geese can be. And frankly, there must be some goose excrement in there somewhere. But maybe it's good for the skin, who knows.




On second thought, perhaps I'd rather be swimming in the Med.





Perhaps jumping off the side of a catamaran (three times).







Or maybe even just lying in the sun.







Oh yes, that was nice.

Landscaping

While everything grows and needs little attention, apart from a bit of pruning here and there (not much watering, given our non-existent summer), my attention is turned to the back.

As is pretty well documented by now, the back of the garden is a mess.

The swingset is gone now, of course (although the trampoline is still there - Ginger likes to sleep on it, as you can see) but that hasn't improved matters. It now just leaves a big, empty, weedy space to fill.

Once we had mixed the cement on a board, placed on the soil, for the shed base, said soil would be worse than useless.

However, poking around one day, and nosing into the neighbours garden (given that two fence panels are down on the left), I spied this

and had an idea.

I had in mind that at some plumbing trade centre up by Lewisham Centre, there were pallets like this going for free.

Decking, anyone?


I crept over there to measure this, then measured the patch. Seems as though we would need maybe six of these, but I have to revisit my calculations.

Initially, once we get rid of all the crap up there, including the weeds, we will most likely put weed control fabric down, and gravel.

But I still hanker after some decking. It would make a nice patio for everyone to enjoy, and improve the look of the garden no end! I could even put some pots up there.

Watch this space!

El Mundo Bueno

Off to Salou in Spain for some summer, since I'm not getting it here.










This is the view of the sunset from the balcony where I'll be staying. I should be looking at this in person, this evening.






Hasta la vista!

Cat stuff

Oh. Mitzi just came in the kitchen.

I have very few pictures of her, although I see her regulary in the garden. Mostly on the left side, though she does wander over into the neighbours on the right, now that the dog is gone.

So I saw this little cat face, looking at me through the mesh (keeps out the bugs, best I can do without a screen) and then she came in. Didn't eat anything, thank goodness.

Just had a bit of a scratch. Cripes.

I may as well just tattoo it on my forehead, "cat lover".

Nemesia and Nasturtiums

Well this




isn't really a patch on this (Cantigny Gardens in Wheaton, Illinois, taken May 2010).

But then I don't have all day, every day to nurture my plants to perfect fruition. And perhaps, I put too many seeds in the pot - as in, the whole pack, in one go - well, I wanted some Nemesia Strumosa KLM beauty. And for good measure, a red and white version of the same. So that's two packs, in one go, some 300-400 seeds each.

Still, it looks pretty enough - oh darn, I'm really not good with seeds. But I can try again next year.

However, I am heartened by my Nasturtiums.

I took some expert advice from someone who grows them beautifully, and moved them to a sunnier spot. It was all a dud last year, but I have some fantastic buds, and even some flowers now. I'm hoping for a good crop for my salads - they make a bold statement with some lettuce and tomatoes, and taste rather peppery. I haven't looked lately but you used to be able to buy them in Sainsbury's.

Buy them? I'll grow my own, thanks!

Oh, umm ...

I've just made friends with Mitzi.

It's only because Big Bro hissed at her. She only came round to say hi, and see what the fuss was about, and he did that sssss thing at her. I didn't think that was fair. So I followed her back (there wasn't far to go) and gave her a scratch.

As only a cat lover knows how to do. Ears, cheek. Scoodge, scoodge.

I didn't mean to be a cat lover, it just comes natural ...

Vegetable Productivity

I had a very productive weekend, the one before last. But I didn't get to tell you about it. I get behind myself on here during the summer, because either I'm out there doing, or in here writing.


But let's start at the top. When I finally planted the tomatoes a few weekends ago, I just left them. Finally, I got them staked and tied.

Plus, I put some "companion" plants in, namely Marigolds (the tagetes variety). Apparently, they repel "eelworm" and other sorts of garden pests that would attack your tomatoes. Well, I don't really know about that. I've had tomatoes, some years with the Marigolds in between, some not. Not much difference, I still have had a good crop. But, it looks nice.

The tomatoes did so well in the week, with a lot of rain, I had to tie them in again this past weekend - growing very nicely, with lovely flowers, which means some lovely toms.

Next in was the cucumbers - I don't know if I'm late or not, but here's hoping! They actually all have little tiny cucumbers on them. Fingers crossed. If it all works out well, I could be giving them away.

They haven't done much in the week, but I shall nurture them. Sorry, that picture is a bit blurry, I'm still getting used to my new camera.

And then there is the courgette (zucchini). This time it's a yellow variety, and I'm very excited about it. It doesn't look very big now, but it does have tiny little courgettes ready to pop! Or so it seems ... it was an interesting experiment last year, especially when you don't see them until it's too late!

Must keep an eye on them, when it starts spreading like a mad thing ....

And finally, I put in those pretty plants I bought at Phoebe's, at the same time as the veg. Just to jazz up the left border a bit. I am told the one on the left is a Snapdragon. I didn't know that, I just thought it was a lovely colour. The one on the right is of course a Dianthus, or a "Pink" - still smells like cloves. Lovely.

But vegetable-wise, it's all very tame at the moment. I'm waiting for the burst! The rain is useful, of course, even if it means no sun for this little sun-worshiper.

Close Encounters

So, I stepped out the kitchen door into the garden late-ish Saturday night. Before I rounded the corner to the patio, I felt my foot brush against something. Something sort of brushy.

I took a few more steps then thought, "hang on."

Sure enough, very close to the kitchen door, a dark, prickly blob.

Now oddly, my lighter also appears to be a mini flashlight. I say odd because that seems rather advanced for a lighter that was 4 for £1 at Poundland. But handy, nonetheless, especially when hunting hedgehogs at night.

The light, as you see, is blue. So this is a pretty crap picture, to be honest, but at least you get the sense of the little guy.

I think he was a bit shocked having almost been stepped on by a Croc nearly the same size as him. I did get up surprisingly close, since he wasn't moving, and his little face was barely visible. I was a bit worried there, for a minute. Did I stun him?

I was glad to see also that the cats, who yes were wandering by, gave him a wide berth. Very sensible.

I couldn't resist peeking out and shining my little light on him from time to time, making sure he was okay. Finally, I left it for more than a minute(!) and thankfully he'd moved on his way.

But what was he doing so close to my kitchen door?

The New (Cat) Neighbour

When the new neighbours moved in, next door on the ground floor like us, with their kitchen door opening onto the garden, my husband rang me with some fear in his voice; "they have a cat". Well, Ginger is a smart boy. He wasn't going to mess around with a neighbour, was he? But little scrapper that he is, maybe we had a situation on our hands.

He hasn't scrapped. It's been a few weeks now, and Mitzi seems to have settled in.

That is one furry puss. Again my husband, worrying that we might alienate Ginger (and knowing my propensity for making friends with pretty much any and every cat) suggested that I don't get too close to her.

Close to her? With that hair? Remember, I am still technically allergic to cats. I know, hahahahaha, that isn't going on with Ginger, or Big Bro for that matter. Orange Tabbies seem to rule ok. But such a furry thing, hmmm. My eyes kinda tear up just looking at her.

Well, she hasn't let me get to close to her, but there don't seem to have been any fights.

Last weekend when Ginger made himself comfy in the shed

Mitzi seemed rather jealous. She was perched at the bottom of the path, and when Mr. G was sitting nearby, I heard that guttural cat noise. A kind of, cat "f*** you". Ginger wasn't bothered. I watched curiously, ready to intervene, but nothing transpired. She even had a nose around the shed herself, at one point.

It's all a bit of a damp squib, and cats will rub along together. As will neighbours. Besides, Ginger seems to have pushed out every other cat that ever came wandering by our garden, whether they ever made friends with me or not:

Whitey, Blackie, where are they now? Surely still around, just not in our garden.

Just as well. I didn't mean to become "Cat Woman of Hither Green". No, I still meet them on the street, on the way home from the train (other cats, not the ones who used to inhabit this wild space) and they still lie down in front of me and say "pet me". Sometimes I think, "umm...give me a break?" Is "I Love Cats" tattooed on my forehead, for every cat to read? I do love cats, but I love dogs, too.

Mind you, dogs look at me in the same way. Not in a "take me home, feed me" kind of way, but a kind of "hey, you're a dog lover, cool man" way.

Or am I just anthropomorphising too much?

Apparently Shakespeare said, "people impute great cleverness to cats".

Well, so do I.

I am now rethinking the cat-flap situation though. If we're going to stay here another year, I feel it's only fair on Ginger. I mean after all, we are his people.

And Mitzi has one, so he might feel a little jealous ...

Scents

Oh my. Sweet days of summer indeed.

It's taken a while for this gorgeous jasmine to come on stream, but oh my goodness, when you walk out the door the smell hits you in the face.

The rose, the most fragrant I've ever encountered, is coming into it's second flush.

Sitting in my garden, of an evening, as I did tonight, is really quite blissful.

After a hot day in the sun, the garden was stretching, sighing, singing. A time to breathe deeply.

Bliss.

Some things take precedence

Unfortunately, I have nothing to report this weekend. I had a rather scary and desperate text from a dear, dear friend and I have been concentrating all my efforts to send her comfort and help in this difficult time.

I hope to report back soon, with progress in the garden. I did go to Phoebe's Garden Centre early in the day and found some lovely new plants, along with some marigolds to add to the tomato patch. But more on that later.



I'm hoping, counting on good news, very soon.

Turn your back for a minute ...

And all hell breaks loose out there.

Three weekends I wasn't there. How could it become such a mess? But it did. Mother Nature was taking back her patch, in a big way. Yikes.

So, as we have had much rain to contend with, I was hopeful this weekend I could work out there. Perhaps, last Sunday I could have gone out there, after running 5.5 miles of a relay marathon on Saturday, nope. Rain. And yesterday, after my yoga class, I was hoping. Nope. Rain.

But today, I thought, would be the charm. Hmm. I was dodging raindrops after breakfast, big time.

The nice thing is, when the ground is so wet, weeding is quite easy. They come up in your hand with roots and all. So I made some progress, in between downpours.

I can't even begin to tell you how long it took to get to this point. But, the best thing of all, I had enough sunshine to cut the grass.

It's a psychological thing. When the grass is trimmed, nothing looks so bad. Do you know what I mean? When the lawn is nice and neat, somehow everything else seems okay.

Baby steps. To get to some sort of holistic gardening whole. Onwards.