Goldenrod flowers – for dyeing
There’s so much to do right now, harvesting and processing garden produce, building maintenance that calls for full days of dry weather, cutting grass, as well as serving customers and hopelessly straining to replenish our fast-depleting stock of hand-spun or plant-dyed yarns, knitted garments, crochet articles …
But it’s not any of those things that cause us to linger in the evening sunshine, to take every task out in the garden that might be more conveniently done indoors, nor why the cats come in for the night (if it’s not raining) at the very last moment possible, after I’ve taken Tilly for a walk, and just as they know I’ll lock the door and turn out the lights.
With the currants and gooseberries down to the last pickings, our organized efforts have turned to harvesting the peas and, since a day or so ago, the broad beans too. This is how we know that ear early has given way to late (if there was a mid, we must have missed it!), and the year itself from waxing to waning. From here on, every moment counts – it feels we’re on borrowed time.
The cats know it. The sheep do, too, and of course the birds of the sky, the countless varieties of wild flowers, each and every blade of grass, and even the mites and earthworms in the soil. All of nature knows it!
Already, there’s that unmistakable scent of autumn in the air.
Goldenrod flowers – a natural dyestuff.
View from Ludag, South Uist, across the Sound of Eriskay and the causeway, to Eriskay.
Lemon Verbena in the sun and warmth of Greenhouse 2
Trays of peas ready for podding and freezing.
Goldenrod over Alum, on Cheviot
Drying onions in the sunshine, outside the dyehouse.
Drying onions in the sunshine
Peak Summer Salad: Homebaked bread, everything else home grown.
Lemon Verbena leaves, dried and stored for winter
Leaves from Lemon Verbena, ready for drying
Goldenrod flowers harvested for dyeing wool. The Hebridean Woolshed, Isle of South Uist
Denise podding peas for the freezer
Jonathan & Denise >
Four photos with nothing whatsoever in common. Well, okay, they’re all taken here at The Big Garden, true. And they’re all portrait-format photos. But other than that … just random niceness!
Offcuts and Orchids
Blackcurrant Wellington XXX
Home-grown feast! Tomatoes and Tortilla
Geranium Sanguineum and Sedum Anglicum. The Big Garden, Isle of South Uist
Everything on that plate is home grown! * First tomatoes of the year ; and first swiss chard, too – in the tortilla. Even the Lanazarote-style mocha was made at home with our own ingredients.
*Okay, not the olives!
Jonathan and Denise >
So many things to do, not enough time. Life’s a blur!
Sea Rocket on the beach.
D’s latest reading, picked up at the Thrift Shop.
Keeping the Buff Orpingtons supplied with green weeds.
Evening walk, Boisdale machair and beach. Denise and Tilly.
Queenie’s fleece being sheared
First clearance harvest of 2017 – Shalotts. Some for pickling, some for salads, some for cooking.
Cheviot lamb orphaned when mother killed by Eagle. Beinn Sgiathan, Isle of Eriskay
Weeds: a plant in the wrong place? Aqualegia amongst the potatos.
Just made: Sweet Gooseberry Jelly and Lemon Curd.
Sweet Gooseberry Jelly – and Esieabhal. On the garden wall.
It’s not all about food! Pelargoniums at the front door.
Evening walk, Boisdale machair and beach. Jonathan and Tilly
An Garradh Mor Hebridean sheep, on Beinn Sgiathan, looking over to Eiseabhal South Uist.
Sorrel and Buttercup on our croft in Eriskay
Shalotts pickled for our winter stores.
Oops! nicked the pipe supplying a garden tap.
Denise and Tilly’s lunchtime walk.
Evening walk, Boisdale machair and beach.
Lambs at the top of High Field
Beinn Sgiathan Hebridean/Cheviot blend, 50g
Evening walk, Boisdale machair and beach.
New Zealand flax flowers.
M10 stainless steel bolt resined into rock as tensioning anchor. One of many!
Buying clothes for our grandson-to-be.
J Towing 25kg tub of ‘lick’ up the hill to High Field.
Making Sweet Gooseberry Jelly.
Grounds maintenance. Eight Askernish 2017
Life’s a blur!
View from Beinn Sgiathan across Rudha Ban, Isle of Eriskay
Ewes, ewe hogs and this year’s lambs in Bothy Field.