Dancing with a hoe: It's getting good again. Seems like every season is improving on the previous.

Monday 29 May 2017

It's getting good again. Seems like every season is improving on the previous.

Last years black currants.

First of the new season's strawberries.

More work...

Gooseberies.

Wisteria.

Elder.

Good Morning.

1 comment:

Unknown said...: Hi Reinold,

Good to see the garden again. So rich!

I haven't got too much to show in my own yet.. although I do have some nice garlic, and I did have radishes, and a few kohlrabi, a couple of this, a couple of that.
My grain is multiplying, which I am really happy about. I hope that in a few years more, I will be able to make bread out of it. They are ancient kinds. An old man gave me them, he'd been keeping them for some time, only sowing so much so that they survive.
Come this autumn I'm hoping I'll be able to plow the field, because there already is so much! I've been hoeing last year and before. Now it is the amount that I'll need a plow.
So I've received a colt from a new rearing(is that the word?). They're experimenting with rearing back one of the old hungarian semi-wild horses that maria therese exterminated.
I know you're not much into shepherding and animals, but I'm on the prairie here at home, and my ancestors were shepherds, and I've got a knack for it...
so my parents bought some sheep - they've had lambs as well, and there are three goats and a cow...
I'm hoping to start making cheese next year.

And also I wish to have the garden richer next year too :)!
It's better each year.. it needs time! A couple of years and it will sustain us!

And the first thing I did when I got home from your place was that I became a potter... it was the closest handicraft in the family.
So I'd had some friends over, and now I've got a wood-fire kiln as well.. no more electric firing.
I'm planning on going international with the pottery, because people are still in the post-communist era, trying to buy everything extra-cheap, so I'm not really able to sell the pottery's worth here at home. Yet.
Yes, I know, communism isn't bad originally, but it was bad here.

My friend will be coming over to help set up the loom as well this autumn...
I've been sewing some of my own clothes.

After a couple of years of silence and occasionally looking back at your blog, I wished to thank you for what you did back then.
I've changed a lot, and in some ways of course, I didn't, but what can you do :).
I think I'm doing a pretty good job compared to what it could have been.

Seems you are doing well there as well!

Ah, yes, and what made me write this comment originally was that I wished to ask the recipe for that strawberry-cookie-looking-thing from Anne-Sophie!
Could she please write, or dictate that?
It looks amazing.
Give my greetings to her too!

All my best wishes!

Sincerely,
Nóra from Hungary

P.S. My blog is: http://bogbosz.blogspot.hu/; 14 July 2017 at 11:17

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