It’s taken us a while to work it out – that harvesting is not something to squeeze in at the end of the day, followed by working late into the evening slicing, blanching and freezing it all… we have finally grasped that if we want any kind of evening, harvesting is a day time thing.
So this morning himself put a bit of fencing around the boar pen – in the hopes of keeping the turkeys contained, and we let them out for a walk about. Their loud barks changed to contented whistles and junior gobbles as they pecked at vegetation, grit and us (they don’t seem to be afraid at all).
After lunch, we started on the picking. Blight has finally arrived on our potato crop – typical that the year we didn’t get blight until now, there was not enough water so the crop is small anyway. But the black spots now indicate it is time to get the spuds out of the ground, rather than digging them when we need them. Next a mountain of French beans – flat limka and purple and runner, followed by gherkins (small cucks really) and courgettes.
Then I sat in the garden slicing.. and slicing, then blanching and blanching.
It’s finally hot and August-like, we had a barbecue – eating a mountain of runner beans with our pork burgers and hogget ribs (home grown natch), before starting on picking tomatoes..
Tired, have bean slicer’s thumb (like tennis elbow..) and smell of tomato plants. But the evening is mine now….. once the tomatoes have finished roasting.. and I must just salt the gherkins…and…and…