|Long shadows as the mercury sinks|
However, I do find that, when in that kind of state, I'm very pessimistic about anything that I'm planting or starting from scratch. "What's the fucking point, this (insert name of plant/job/activity here) has got no fucking chance of working out. God, I feel like shit. Have we got any tea left?" That's the kind of enthusiastic battle-cry I'm prone to come out with. I just hope the onion sets and seeds aren't listening, the poor dears.
This sense of despondency is probably a bit more understandable than it has previously been when planting things out in the temperatures we had yesterday. Winter has announced itself in no uncertain terms. We've had a blast of snow already, and now we're onto some pretty assertive frosts. Digging over ground in this context feels a bit mad, but we had onion sets still to plant and not much time left to plant them in. I'll be amazed if anything comes of them, but I reckon we put onions in later than this last year, so let's just see. Postive thinking, yeah?
|This used to be other things, but has magically changed to compost!|
We had a bit of a harvest too, of black radishes, jerusalem artichokes, the last of our lettuces, a couple of caulis and, most excitingly, the first of our small parsnip patch. We have lavished a grand total of no attention whatsoever on these, failing even to really thin them out, so the resultant roots will certainly go down as at least a moderate success. It's great digging up something you've never grown before, to cries of "hey, not bloody bad!" They smelled absolutely amazing so I'm looking forward to tasting these. Plainly roasted I reckon.
|Crazy ol' parsnips|