Charting the progress on my allotment in Leeds, West Yorkshire.
Monday, 26 September 2011
I don't save many of my own seeds. Last year I saved some Tangella tomato seeds, purely because it's not that easy to buy them, there aren't many places which stock them. This year I'm having a go at saving some seed of the mange tout which I grew. These are Robinson and Stephens, which are actually peas, but they can also be eaten as mange tout. They were kindly given to me by Bilbo Waggins from The View From Bag End. I left the pods on the plants to dry, and now that I've snipped them off, I shall leave them a while longer just to make sure that they're thoroughly dry before removing the seeds. Fingers crossed that they germinate for me next year.
I was very sad last week when I came across a goldfinch in the back garden. It was laid on the grass as dead as a doornail. I've no idea what it died from, a cat certainly hadn't had it, it looked so perfect. Poor thing. I've never seen a goldfinch in the back garden before, I've seen them on a few occasions in the front garden.
It's a lovely bright sunny day today. I've been holding out for an Indian summer after the miserable summer we've just experienced, but it's been so cold lately that I'd just about given up all hope. That is until the weather forcasters told us that the temperature is set to rise this week. Perhaps we'll get our Indian summer afterall.
I'm a forty eight year old mum of two and I live on the outskirts of Leeds in West Yorkshire. I've been married to Mick for twenty six years and we have a son, Daniel, who's twenty two and a daughter, Eleanor, who's eighteen. I gave up work in 2010 and now have more time to indulge in my hobbies of knitting, crochet and gardening. I hope you enjoy reading and will follow along with my adventures.