The Fruits of no Labour

Cabbage, something i doubt i'll ever eat, but having strong, dense cabbages growing in the brassica bed is another way to get over the fact that there'll be no tomatoes this year. From feeling like wanting to give it all up as a bad job to not really caring about the losses (honest!) in a short space of time, it just pays testament to the theraputic powers of nurturing crops and getting a good share of fresh air.


Other things were getting ready to be cropped, like our first ever (there' been loads of first ever's) new potatoes, probably the highlight of the year so far. I wouldn't have believed that moving soil and finding some shiny white spuds in the ground could be so exciting and life affirming!!! I must be getting old. Lisa reliably informs me that they tasted so much nicer and 'creamier' than the shop bought ones, which is good, seen as that's half the reason we set off on this little venture.


The cucumber started growing like it was on steroids or something, i considered calling it Lindford, but i was worried as it grew some people might think i'd called it that for a different reason!!!


Yet another little treat, the 2 apple trees in the 'tree zone', gnarled and messy as they are, have taken off since the blossom and are covered in fruit. The same goes for the plum trees, the pear trees and the wild cherry trees that we've only just discovered we'd got.

As the heat continues to bake us, nature continues to suprise us, just because it can.