Did a lot of gardening and DIY this week. Tidied up the downstairs toilet by boxing in all the pipework, cleaned out the lower gutters, staked the tomatoes, planted beans and staked them too. I have a good bit going on in the garden now. Peas, Beans, Carrots, Beetroot, Onions, Garlic, new Thyme plants, Strawberries, Raspberries. The Plum tree is looking good, a lot of fruit buds. But the apple trees are a big disappointment. I think I have two blossoms from five trees. Next year! Hopefully they will come back next year.
Lots of Elderberry blossoms on the way. I think I may have a go at making elderberry wine if there are enough. If not, maybe some elderberry cordial. I believe you can make a champagne from elder blossom. Must try that sometime.
There are two young rabbits wandering round the garden. They are living in the field next door, and have not found the vegetable patch yet. If they do, their lives may be in danger.
Should have the last of the Leland Cypresses cleared out of the garden this week. Next door lost most of his in the big storm in April. I had already been culling mine out of the garden for the last two years, so little to clear. But the last and biggest decided to go out with a bang and landed on the roof of the stable next door. Luckily the Insurance company is covering that one. I am so glad to see them go. They were killing the orchard and garden here, letting no sun through. They are trees that do not belong in Ireland and should need a licence to be planted. They grow about 3 foot per year in this climate. In the 1970’s they were touted as a great solution for instant screening and wind shade. Tip for you gardeners – if it grows fast, it grows out of control fast. Buy slow growing plants and be patient.
Now that the beans are planted I could have gone for “the musical fruit” as a poem, but it’s a bit obvious. And this one is better…
The Bean Eaters; by Gwendolyn Brooks
They eat beans mostly, this old yellow pair.
Dinner is a casual affair.
Plain chipware on a plain and creaking wood,
Two who are Mostly Good.
Two who have lived their day,
But keep on putting on their clothes
And putting things away.
And remembering . . .
Remembering, with twinklings and twinges,
As they lean over the beans in their rented back room that
is full of beads and receipts and dolls and cloths,
tobacco crumbs, vases and fringes.