I wasn’t
fishing for compliments, honest – although all such are very gratefully
received. I just meant that I’ll never be as big as Franklin or QueerJoe or the
Yarnharlot (even if I put in some lists) but that we are happy with each other
so it doesn't matter. I had a look at the statistics this morning, which I don’t
often do, and I think you’re right that numbers have crept up a bit. Readership
is in the high 400’s, occasionally topping 500 on days when things are slow at
the office.
I’ve got to
get back to work on Feedly, and also on Craftsy. I have a constant sense of guilt about not having done Franklin's homework.
I’ve turned
the corner of the 2nd Mind the Gap sock, again making a good job of
not having corner-of-gusset holes. There are still a couple of rounds to go
before the gusset decreases are finished. This is the Bog Standard Heel –
I’ve forgotten its technical name. Flap, turn heel, pick up stitches along flap
edges, decrease to original number, knit on.
So for
today, a report on doorstep gardening. I have learned a few things, and have big plans for next year.
Everybody’s
fine except for the huauzontle, and something may come of that yet.
We’ve been
having a spell of tee-shirt weather, the first in a very long time. There
certainly was nothing like this in ’12, probably not in ’11. The chillis have
been standing out on the doorstep night and day, and seem to be enjoying it.
The Apaches have got the word about the solstice, and like the big jalapeno
have stopped growing and flowering. Both are carrying a reasonable crop, but
it’s not turning red yet.
The crop on
the big jalapeno is reddening. The newest addition to the stable, the Scotch
Bonnet plant I bought at the Botanic Gardens on June 2, has grown mightily and
has now got flower buds. Small ones.
The sorrel
pot has already produced one soup, and will be harvested for another within a few
days. A success. And the plants – it’s perennial – will be transplanted to
Strathardle at the end of the summer.
So will the
onions. But what are they?
In the Strathardle garden, I have two bunches of
onions which look exactly like the textbook pictures of “Welsh onions”, allium
fistulosum – thick, hollow stems, and flowers that look like textbook flowers.
I also have about a dozen other bunches, no flowers, which I keep lifting and
dividing. They are much more refined, one might put them halfway between chives
and Welsh onions. I think some or most of them are the ones you gave me last
year, Hat. There may be a few I grew from seed myself.
This year’s
pot was grown from seeds I bought from the Real Seed Company, but their website
is no help. So far, they look more like the Strathardle in-betweens than like
Welsh onions. It is the in-betweens which I hope will eventually give me a
perpetual source of “spring onions” for cooking. I use a lot. So this pot, too,
will be transplanted to Strathardle soon whether or not it provides anything
for cooking before then.
And the
herbs flourish, including the thyme plants transplanted from a supermarket pot because
neither B&Q nor the Botanic Gardens could sell me a little plant of
culinary thyme. They are somewhere to the right, hidden under the nasturtiums, but they're doing fine.
I know you weren't fishing for compliments on your last post, but as one who quietly looks forward to your posts as I sit down with my morning coffee and banana. You are as much a part of my contented morning routine as the coffee is. :)
ReplyDeleteYour gardening exploits never fail to make me impressed, as I can't even keep the 'indestructible' houseplants alive. Someday maybe!
Take care, and knit on!