J > Now that we don’t keep chickens on the croft, there’s a vacuum that’s being filled by wildlife. Thus are the hollows in the turf-and-rock ramparts of the old stack yard now healing with new grass ; except, that is, one hollow, which has been taken up by a female Lesser Black-Backed Gull. Whilst her partner patrols overhead, surfing the sea breazes, she has made her nest, laid three spotted-green eggs, and now has two spotted-grey-brown chicks, that are easily missed when they hunker down amongst the bare rocks of the ramparts.
It could be a garden-related art installation : in which case the mass of plastic pots congesting the garden paths would be nicely symbolic of the massive accumulation of pots of various colours, shapes and sizes in the work-shed, upstairs in the storage loft. But if this is symbolic of anything, it’s of the need to liquidate assets in a time of crisis.
D > The last potatoes (roasted) from those we grew last year. 2019’s crop of potatoes wasn’t the heaviest we’ve had, but they stored very well : not a single potato had to be thrown away. Just a short break until the first of the fresh-dug new potatoes!
D > We’ve been lifting and dividing some too-big-for-their-boots phormiums, including a Phormium tenax ‘Sundowner’. When they are mature, the leaves are streaked with greens tinged with brown, red tinged with gold. Young leaves, however, have brighter colouring : the red is nearly pink, the gold is nearer to yellow, and the green has a hint of blue.
A home-grown, home-made lunch that exemplifies our values, and one that’s profoundly satisfying ; though on this occasion there’s a special reason for posting that’s certainly not every day, but is a once-in-a-lifetime moment.
J & D > It was back in 2017 that we first made use of material from our Phormium plants [Phormium Tenax – New Zealand Flax] for dyeing wool. The results were impressive – as regards quantity of material available, yield of colour, usefulness of colour, ease of use, and – if tentatively, the all-important colour-fastness, too. But we weren’t sure, then, which part of the plant contained the greatest concentration of colour.
J & D > It was a long and tedious winter : cold – but never frozen ; windy – but never wrecking ; and never worse than wringing wet. A non-descript, irritating sort of winter.
Thank heavens Spring arrived early, this year!