I’ve not blogged for a whole week, it feels strange. What with a tummy bug wiping us all out here it’s been a busy old time despite my relative online silence. I did however manage to get a little visit to Grandad’s in this week, a memorable one it was to, watching Al and Ozzy make a bow and arrow together in the summers sunshine was much needed respite from the rather overwhelming hustle and bustle of a trip to London. Grandads garden is in a happy place at the moment, many flowers are in full bloom, other like the sweetpeas have yet to show and the vegetable patch is growing fast. Ozzy was excited to see big green tomatoes in the greenhouse and Kitty managed to pick enough raspberries, loganberries, blackcurrants and gooseberries for a couple of small child-sized crumbles, one for each of them with the obligatory ‘mouthful for mummy’.
In my own garden things are growing fast, too fast in some cases as the purple sprouting has bolted along with some of the rocket. The runner beans have climbed to the top of my bamboo frames, a schoolgirl error on my part was only using 6 ft canes instead of 10ft ones. The peas have pods, the tomatoes many flowers. The courgettes have gone into overdrive, with one growing from 3 inches to a whopping 10 inches in just 3 days. One thing I love about my garden at the moment is the squeaks the guinea pigs make when out on the lawn in their run. They hear me open the front door and they pipe up, presumably because they have sussed that I always give them lettuce from the veggie beds.
And finally I leave you with a few photos from nearby Beaulieu, it’s sweetpeas are in full show and there’s a house next to the river whose garden building I covet every time I drive through or walk around the village. Enormous apologies for not having visited all the posts linked up last week yet, this tummy bug really has knocked us for six. I’ll be reading all those missed this morning – apologies again.
Thanks to all who did join in last week, some faves include: Wild flowers, sweet peas, a paint-based post, a glimpse of what is growing along the sea front, the sort of veggie patch that I can only dream of and Jenni’s homegrown lunch.