Things are looking extremely tentative on the arugula transplant situation. He, the rocket plant, has spread his palms out in despair. I am going to have to head over there later and have another coaxing chat with him. He could be overwhelmed by the second generation sprouting potato franchise, who being BC organic are to be reckoned with.
The arugula is a Van. Island plant, so maybe he is having urban adjustment issues.
I impaled my face briefly on a tomato stake today, but it’s not such a dramatic outcome. One zuccini has been reserved on stalk for a friend’s dinner next week. That plant has fed 5 families in the past week. That is very useful methinks. Friend sent photos of her garden yesterday — individual portraits of her veggies. Very endearing. Kind of like getting snaps of someone’s new born baby. We are in the crook of the arm of middle-aged gardening!
Have just completed the Olympics of shelf hanging. 12 anchors, 12 screws, four shelf brackets on shelf a great deal longer than myself, hung by one short woman, standing on one leg on edge of a bed (acrobatics training useful) and rickety chair when bed did not extend itself far enough.
Few minor calamaties.
Shelf on wall.
But forearm envy.
I need bigger, fatter ones if I am going to become seriously useful.
Not quite up, ach
one to bookmark: Redcar Made of Steel (BBC Radio 4)
“..with the decommissioning of Redcar’s Corus plant, it means the end of an industry which defined the region and defined it’s people. It also means a bleak future for jobs on Teesside.”
Felicity Finch of ..du du dah du da du da da…The Archers fame goes back to the town she grew up in..
I had a very unique experience the other day. Early eve I sat in a garden with a Beekeeper (Mme Beespeaker) and her bees. It was very educating and I have a calmer approach to the wasp population since.
I was particularly touched by the tone of voice which Mme Beespeaker talks to her flutterers. The note of inquiry is very tender and circumspect. I learnt about what happens if a pesky wasp comes robbing the hive amongst other things. All round I was struck by the note of strategy involved. The buzz in the human tongue is a hmmmmmm.
My ma kept bees for a time I must ask her about that experience since they were always away up the field (garden sounds too manicured for the country) behind the house and I never paid them any heed because at the time there were pheasants, pigeons, or was it doves? goats, donkeys, sheep, and a pot bellied pig making a great deal more noise and getting up to louder escapades.
Oh joy of joy one of my favourite gardeners has just bestowed on me, one of his rocket plants! I have been salivating over his plot and noticed today he’d extradited the plant to the compost pile. He went home and dug one from his home garden and presented it to me with an orange trowel.
I love gardening in a community because you have constant advice and reflection plus “caring & sharing” as we’d say to three year olds.. All these people who bare witness to your vegetable fecundity! Jingle Jangle, yeah, yeah, yeah. Umph!
A total of 240 wildfires have broken out in BC in past 48 hours.
State of emergency declared for the Xgat’tem, or Canoe Creek First Nation. (40km south of Williams Lake) 3 evacuation orders in place in total.
To report a forest fire/wildfire call *5555 (cell)
“The art pundit, Boris Jack, would be in evidence no doubt, along with those rival art reviewers for the two major dailies, Polly Glot and Polly Nana, who resented each other not because of any difference in their view of art but because readers generally lumped them together as “The Parrots.”
The Goldfish That Exploded. Mary Beth Knechtel. (Arsenal Pulp Press)