How can there be so much to do in the winter ina garden? Everything is supposed to be asleep. Lots of clearingout of beds. Glamour spot of the week – unloading half a ton of horse manure and digging it in, then constructing a compost heap for the remains to go into.
Digging should be considered an olympic sport – quantity per hour with extra points for style, soil type (clay get max points) and muscles pulled. At least the green credentials are retained – zero travel, weight loss (sweat), and hopefully veg at the end of the year.
Barbados has a champion sugar cane cutter (tons cut) so why not digging?
It’s good morning from the happy homestead – a growing collection of people, animals and plants in the frozen wastes of England. I don’t intend to put any political comment on here, that’s not what it’s for unless something really riles me. If you want politics try the New Statesman or Private Eye. They’re better at it and have had more experience.
This is all about home and what it means to us – home made (if possible – I like my clothes to look like clothes, not potato sacks and shoes are better left to the experts). Home grown – as much as possible, trying organic, not enough discipline for biodynamic. Home reared – particularly children, chickens, dogs and possibly ducks.
Home cooked – always, catering cheaply for the masses on a limited budget (aren’t we all!) Cakes, stews, salads and seasonal. How do boys eat so much?