Along side 2 red sweet peppers, there are lots of purple rainbow chills, some frauzauber and another chilli in there. Have been meaning to have another go at the nigella chilli jam. So this is just a different set of hot chillies. Has a slightly different colour, and a different kick too.
Yours in anticipation,
Horticultural Hobbit
There are brambles to the side of Project Othello that have been chopped back a bit. There are not many folks on the site who pick them, but today I jointed another plot person to pick some. The plan was to make Aunty Lorraine’s blackberry jam:
So we found about a 1lb of blackberries . Braving the brambles and the thorns.
And the wrestled with the recipe. I don’t have a jam thermometer, so had to the saucer test where it actually set immediately.
As lovely as it is, some of it has set like concrete. Will have to try again!
Yours in anticipation,
Horticultural Hobbit
Think these are lipstick . First of the peppers to turn and ripen. Not very big, but better than nothing! Expected to go red.
So very close to a levelled playing field. Now which way to place a hypothetical poly?
So very proud of Mama H!
Aunty Indra arranging her floo’ers
Find your mamas, and give her a hug. I did.
In the week and a half that she has been off, Mama H had managed to generate four builders bags of dried, dying, decimated grass. I have contributed, before you get ask! I have been given the duty of shovelling the grass in to the bags.
The playing field is slowly being levelled. Mama H is a woman on a mission. Thanks to the rain, much of it can be hoiked up to reveal the dirt.
The plastic does actually look quite nice. As nice as plastic can look, it has the look of potential about it. The grass has been chopped down, and then covered with cardboard or newspaper in places. At the moment, half of the plot is cleared, with not a lot left.
Just behind the builders bag are the the devil’s own brambles. As lovely as raspberries are there are some along the side anyway. Trapped behind the bags, the brambles can be kept away.
Till I decide, that is, whether I am cutting them down or cultivating them. Those bags can also be filled with leaf mold over the autumn winter, so nothing here is being wasted. The plan is to clear up to the bags.
The adventure, is only just beginning.
Yours in anticipation,
Horticultural Hobbit
There are lots of green tomatoes hanging around, biding their time. Mama has suggested an experiment, that hasn’t been done for a while.
Have harvested a handful of the tomatoes. I know one of them is a Ukrainian purple. The others i couldn’t identify. These have been washed and are now sat in a transparent glass Pyrex bowl; positioned on a sunny window sill.
Here they are, sat next to the fickle young lady that is Ma’s Holy basil. To holy basil doesn’t like to be moved.
Yours in anticipation,
Horticultural hobbit
This a baby sweet dumpling. The seeds came from GYO mag, and were freebies. Have never grown them before, well not with any success last year. At the moment, there are two babies that look reasonably well. Rather looking forward to seeing them develop.
If you squint hard enough, you will see two yellow smudge like squashes. These would be jack be little pumpkins. One is distinctly larger than the other; but the vine is motoring along quite nicely. In comparison, the hooligan vine is really quite small and developmentally delayed. It is only just starting to sprawl. All of these squashes are being grown up rather than out.
This here beast is a cobnut. A very leafy cobnut. Again, being grown up; as slimers tend to start munching if left to sprawl across the ground. There is a single solitary boy flower that is bright and blooming. I have yet to see any girl flowers. Harks back a little to the butternut squash from a few years ago. This is not as big, comparatively speaking. Would be interesting to see if this actually crops. Given how late it is in the season now; I’m not entirely sure that it will.
Yours in anticipation,
Horticultural Hobbit
Ma picked, grilled it, Dad ate it. Was all right apparently ^_^
I take no responsibility for this. Mama H harvested about four round beetroot. Sick of the sight of them in her kitchen; she has peeled and sliced them. Then placed them into a jam jar with pickling vinegar. No cooking, no nothing. Then told me not to eat them for a bit.
And now she has red fingers.
Yours in anticipation,
Horticultural Hobbit
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