Work at hillwards continues apace as June yields to July. Lorry loads of gravel arrive and disappear, mounds of rubble are carted away, paving setts are cut and slotted in to their allocated space, and suddenly things are beginning to look rather smart. Slightly less “wreck of building site”, rather more “home sweet home”…
As if this wasn’t excitement enough, this weekend was filled with less local adventures too, that I hope to share with you soon; but alas our main computer has suffered a major malfunction, and the relevant images remain poised on the big camera until further notice.
Here, then, a few snapshots from the little camera, whose pictures are rather more easily accessible at the moment, of recent harvests from the garden. Potatoes, salad leaves and beetroots keep coming, along with the last few strawberries.
And peas, glorious peas. Even the purple podded ones have begun cropping now, and I love their deep purple cases, that can be prised apart to reveal contrasting rows of pale green peas, that are as sweet as their more traditional counterparts.
Please ignore the dirt beneath my fingernails; I’d been grubbing about in the garden and had not yet made the acquaintance of a scrubbing brush before picking up the camera.
The raspberries, in their second year, have been bounteous beyond all belief. From our two rows of summer-fruiting canes, we pick a bowl of ripe fruit at least every other evening.
It’s all we can do to keep up with them. We’re determined to keep eating them fresh, though I suppose they would have been ideal candidates for jam, given their quantities. Next year, then. The canes are on their last clusters of fruits now, and starting to look pale and wan beside the fresh jaunty canes that have sprung up ready to carry next year’s fruit.
The single row of autumn fruiting raspberries is just beginning to form its first small green fruits as the petals flourish and fall, ready to take over from their neighbours.
Outside my window, the new path continues to grow.