I was so looking forward to that strawberry.
I’ve been waiting all winter for my home grown herbs and fruit to be ready for picking, but oh no, that would be too much to ask for! Pesky critters such as snails are allowed to live, but not in my special herb garden. The problem is I don’t like killing the annoying little buggers. The worst I can do is liberally sprinkle a little salt here and there. Probably not very kind, but would you like to be sucked dry of all your bodily fluids. Not nice. Ehh! Another technique I have discovered to protect my plant’s, is to surround them with Garlic piece’s or their leaves. This seems to be the best way of stopping the slimy buggers from attacking ones herbs, flowers or vegetables. Good luck with this thankless task. You could always go shopping. HA!
One good thing about the mild winter is that my Oregano has started to grow in abundance. One can never have too much of this aromatic and sweet smelling herb. I am at present experimenting with various herbs, spices, and home grown garlic and oils, to make different and tasty emulsions to sprinkle over ones favorite dish or snack. I will post the recipes soon. It’s not hard to make an infusion of oil and herbs and is safer than just adding herbs to oil. The reason for this is that when infusing the mixture you have to heat it to 80 Degrees Centigrade which will kill off any bugs or germs.
The funny thing about this advice is that I only realised a couple of years ago that it could be life threatening to infuse oil cold. Would you like E-Coli?
My Garden on the verge of blossom.
I’ve been waiting and preparing all winter to make my garden look as confused and disorganised as possible. This involved looking out of my bedroom window and thinking about what I should be doing, but not actually doing anything about it. The result should be stunning because the so called weeds look amazing and the Bee’s love them. Good fun!
I love my garden, miss my parents and need to appreciate what I have.
Even though I come from the East End of London, I’m lucky enough to have grown up in a house that had a very large garden. My parents were passionate about growing beautiful flowers, tasty tomatoes and watching the comings and goings of some very erratic and strange birds.
I moved to Norwich in the late 90s and thought that Norwich would just be a passing phase, but 16 years later I’m married, cooking for a living and acting middle aged. Ohh dear! What happened and when?