A spell of warm, damp weather is seeing off the snow that has lain here since the end of November. And some of last year's winter crops are surfacing.
These are the rotting remains of the leeks that we should have been eating at Christmas.
And these are the cardoons, ditto.
In October I planted a shedload of garlic and I honestly thought that the three months of blanket snow would have seen them off. But look, here they come!
Remarkable. As was a weekend with Fred Fibonacci who left this morning. "Blimey" were his last words on the station platform, "I can remember virtually everything from this weekend." I must be slipping.
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Lovely. Only Ron shows us vegetables that haven't grown. What other blog does that eh? Anyway, why's Fred been over? Hopefully to explain why his blog has gone into freeze frame.
The top photo could pass for a cheap Gerry Anderson set for a recreation of the Tunguska meteorite!
They remind me of old pictures of Hiroshima. Odd that Fred can remember most of his stay. What was the problem? Why the moment of lucidity?
please continue to push the envelope on obscure posts.
Ah - how refreshing, this has some of the background feel of the Panda tyre post last week. The state of mind that lead you to venture into the desolate, winter-ravaged vegetable garden is what really interest me. You have very subtly, and with painstaking attention to detail, laid open the workings of your brain for those of us who care to look. The shadow of your former, youthful, dashing self edging into the second shot is not something to be ignored, juxtaposed as it is with the grim, grey, decomposings vegetation ..............
OR ...... such a perky plant, garlic, so brave. A glimmer of hope, a harbinger of an easier life - delicate though, and easily snuffed out by a rogue frost or the careless booted foot of depression and gloom. As I write the sun is making an effort, extruded shafts of warmth and energy stirring the countryside into life -let's hope. MORE GARDENING !
uphill gardening
Uphill gardening (like Laurie Lee's 'hill cricket', which gives a new meaning to fielding 'in the deep') is a hazard here in the Cotswolds. Most of my plants are in worse shape than Ron's.
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