The down-side of having gone from winter, directly into high summer (there's a 'feels like' of 30C here today. May? No, actually it's July argh!) without a gentle transition, is that I've fallen very far behind in my planting. The degree of weed takeover in the vegetable garden is indirectly proportional to the attention I've given it. In other words, the weeds are flourishing in the wake of my neglect.
I was finally forced to take action when my lone zucchini starts needed planting out. I ventured into the 'vegetable garden' <-- said very tongue-in-cheek as there aren't actually any vegetables growing in there, other than a few feral lettuces and now my two sad zucchinis.
I'm ashamed to admit that the asparagus came and went without hardly being noticed -- shocking, I know and I ought to be flogged. Apparently it grew to the size of a small giraffe while I was schlepping bags of gravel for my path...and now it's gone to seed. *sniffle*
On a happier note, the strawberries are plodding merrily along...absolute troopers those strawberries, defying every rule I've ever read about growing them. Who am I to interfere? The blackberries took a bit of a beating over the winter but have rallied, as have the blackcurrant bushes. It'll be the usual race against the birds to see who gets any of it.
I've got precisely ZERO kale or spinach planted...although even if I did, it would've likely expired in this ridiculous heat. Obviously I have no need to plant lettuce as it very good-naturedly takes care of subsequent generations on its own.
BUT, there's a bit of method to my madness....you see, in the interest of eating seasonally -- why on earth would I plant salad greens now, when none of the other salad bits are in season? No tomatoes, no cucumbers etc. See? I'm not a gardening failure, I'm actually a bit genius. :) The greens then, will go in late summer and into the autumn. Far more civilized approach, I think. So there.
Rather than dwell on my failures, though, let us rejoice in the bountiful rhubarb harvest!! Leaves the size of elephants ears!! I made a truly divine crumble this morning to take to my mum's and, if I do say so myself, it was bloody brilliant. There will be a repeat. Several, I imagine, as the rhubarb is very obliging this year.
Another seasonal eating aside: have you ever noticed how difficult it is to find a simple rhubarb crumble recipe? One that doesn't require either strawberries or apples? Because, being the purist I am (*gigglesnort*) I don't WANT out-of-season fruit in my in-season fruit pudding! And in my garden, the strawberries are only just starting to flower. So a strawberry-rhubarb creation will have to wait, and will depend upon me being organized enough to freeze some of my rhubarb bounty. Only time will tell.
So, as you can see by the blog post title (and some of you will have already seen me there),I've returned to The Instagrams. It was an easy enough decision in the end. I still hate a lot of what it stands for -- the tyranny of the algorithm, the advertisements, the striving and straining for 'likes' and 'follows' -- but, I realized that I don't have to be a part of any of that. I love taking photos and I love sharing this beautiful patch of land and I really, really love the people I interact with there. And I missed them terribly. So there we are. It will be what I make it. I'm @inkblotmoon if you fancy joining in my anti-establishment and contrary efforts.
I've also made a Facebook page for this blog. I know, I KNOW! But it's nothing more than a depository for what's already here -- I auto-post both from the blog and Instagram. There'll come a time (hopefully sooner rather than later?) when having that in place may, in a small but relevant way, help peddle my word-ish wares so a bullet was bitten and there it is.
I'm learning to rest in my extreme discomfort with the whole thing, especially as now there are people in the Real World who may read my modest scribblings. *whimper*. Again, I'm trying to push myself to my edges and it's all about using the tools rather than being controlled by them. If I've learned anything about my feelings on social media in my time away from it, it's that I'm always going to revile the concept and the potential for it's abuse, but I can also appreciate, and greatly enjoy, the connections it facilitates. I also know that I can live quite happily without it and so it's now extremely easy for me to keep it in it's own context and within a very secure boundary. Lesson learned.
Speaking of which -- anyone watched Black Mirror? Since the Great Internet Upgrade of last month, we now are able to use Netflix, albeit on the lowest setting. :) Girl-child and I have been watching Black Mirror. Wow. Social commentary of the most probing kind. I highly recommend the Season 3, episode 1 - Nosedive ...it's one of those ideas that's so disturbing, precisely because you can imagine it happening. *shudder* Really thought-provoking ideas around technology and where it might be going...we've had lots of really interesting discussions around the episodes*.
Of course, for a quasi-Luddite such as myself, it's all fodder for the cause. I find myself pointing at the telly saying "See? I told you! No good can come of this!" :)
Right, that's about enough rambling for one post...it's far too hot to be out in the garden so I suppose that means I should try to restore the house to order. B's family are visiting tomorrow so it might be nice if we could sit at the table to eat. It's currently strewn with the detritus of my attempts to start seedlings -- a rather hit-and-miss affair this year, I must say. More on that another time.
I'm thinking there'll be a rhubarb crumble for pudding.
ps. the answer to the 'guess that bird' question of my last post is -- Common Loon. Incredible, right? If you've never heard a loon's call, you really must fire up the Google machine and have a listen...it's the stuff of magic. He only stayed for a couple of days -- hiding out from the terrible wind-storm, I imagine, but it was a balm to my spirit to have him there...a reminder of the power of dreams and the imagination. It's the sort of thing that reminds me of how incredibly beautiful my life is.*happy sigh*
pps I've had to turn on comment moderation as I was getting some spammy ones in my older posts -- not sure how as the comment option is turned off after 30 days, but the spammy types seem to have a way around these things. It's a pain in the arse, but hopefully they'll lose interest and wander off elsewhere.
* word of warning, it's a bit racy in parts (rather unnecessarily so, I think but that's just me...a person who prefers to binge-watch Father Brown :)) so possibly not something to watch with younglings about