Swyers and Foodland can remain in business.August's newly-arrived winter weather with temperatures dropping to 7c after four days of winds lashing us at over 65 km/h, the cucurbit crop has been curbed. Here is the driveway bed. Now these pumpkin were freebies; I just scattered a 2.5 Kg flour sack of seeds over the grass clippings and left them to rot. So why have the half-dozen plants that sprouted, shriveled up and died? Maybe the weather. Maybe the year’s allowance of grass clippings (from two local contractors) are not well-decomposed and have created a toxic goo that the worms haven’t yet slapped into line. In the “south forty” things are even better. I can now see some of the beet, onion, and radish I planted back in my hay-day. Once the vines have died back a bit more I can start ferreting out the dozen or so beet that have survived. My first set of artichokes got hammered by the four days of wind; the knot I had tied was undone by the winds (a good tip if you are ever tied up with your hands behind your back: just keep on wriggling for 96 hours straight and some good will come of it), so I shanghaied Bernard into helping me retie them, but it is not the same. One variety has flowered, but not the other two, and you can see that the three clumps are keen to go their separate ways. In a week or two I will be able to hang out a full load of laundry again.
Perhaps I should have moved back to Singapore?
Cheers
Chris
So Chris, remind us all, why did you move to Bonavista?
