This something we say around here to describe the sort of weather in the next photo.
If Bill were an actual person you would have to feel sorry for his mother I think. But, since we have some friends
from Sicily visiting the weather has been cruelly cold – after a heat wave and particularly wet, with some dramatic thunderstorms.
Manfully our Sicilian friends came to the allotment this week and tasted carrots, black currants, tayberrries, gooseberries,
peas – oh and later, plum wine.
The photo, incidentally is of the allotment site: the blue debris netting hopefully protecting a brassica crop from the hordes of
large white butterflies that have suddenly appeared.
The next two photos are for those who will casually say their shed has “everything but the kitchen sink”.
We are now harvesting our potatoes and enjoying the flavour that comes from the short space of time between
digging up and eating. Courgettes are growing into dolphin sized, and orca-shaped creations before our very eyes and the white
currants need picking.
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