As usual, late August’s warm weather was
followed by delightful snow falls in early September. Looking around the surrounding hills with its sprinkling of
powdery snow really does look like some giant has dusted the landscape with
icing sugar. This weather for me
is perfect, cold, that bone chilling, bracing cold that I love but with more
daylight hours to give you a chance to get out amongst it in the sunshine.
In the vegetable garden, there’s not too much
happening. Beds are covered with
mulch and resting up until the late spring plantings of tomatoes, zucchini and
pumpkin. The green house is where
the action is for now, home to trays of little seedlings, growing happily in
the longer daylight hours. I just
have to remember to water the fragile little wisps.
Early spring is known as the hungry
gap. Winter crops are all but
finished and it’s too early for spring or summer vegetables.
In our garden, there is as ever, that
stalwart rhubarb to keep us happy and we have been enjoying rhubarb cakes and
crumbles. Add to this the
frenzied egg laying of our hens and you have the makings of that classic
partnership; rhubarb and custard.
Thankfully, in the wild there is a lot to
eat for the knowledgeable forager.
The nettle patches are lush and green with new spring growth if you know
where to find them. And I was
lucky enough that a friend shared where to find some wild garlic. Our wild garlic is a different type to
the wild garlic known as ramsons you read about in the northern hemisphere. The wild garlic I picked along the
river bank has a narrower leaf shape, but that lovely gentle garlic aroma
leaves you in no doubt to what you are picking.
Sunny cold days, a warm fire and good
things to eat. I’m
feeling that spring cleaning urge to rearrange the furniture, have a huge
declutter and give the windows a wash to let that bright spring sunshine in. Although I might leave the panes with Spoons muddy paw prints splattered on the glass.
First I’ll put the kettle on the wood stove for one more cup of tea.
First I’ll put the kettle on the wood stove for one more cup of tea.
Winter is lingering here in Perth which is strange but nice. Despite all the rain & grey skies today we got into a bit of Spring cleaning - Tim done the windows THANK GOD! because I hate that bloody job !
ReplyDeleteI am eternally jealous of anyone with chooks right now. We keep making plans to build a pen but it just never happens :/
I am SO JEALOUS that Tim washed your windows! Leo used to be fanatical about washing widows but he hasn't done it for years since we moved down here. It's not a pleasant task with all our French windows but it's so good when you've finished.
DeleteYou'll get your hens one day...but I wish I could send you my excess eggs in the meantime!
Spring looks beautiful at your place Michelle x
ReplyDeleteThanks Jane, Spring is my favourite season, after autumn and winter ;-)
DeleteThe rhubarb here is a staple too. It's had 4 moves over the last couple of years and it hasn't seemed to have minded at all.
ReplyDeleteI am looking forward to the day when we have excess eggs here. it is lovely to give away a carton of fresh eggs. x
It's such a hardy plant rhubarb, that's amazing you've moved it four times!
DeleteI love shopping for fresh produce at the first week of spring! I used to frequent our local farmer's market before I got too busy managing a Chinese Restaurant in Capalaba area. You inspired me to check out the market this weekend!
ReplyDeleteYep... as Reannon mentioned ... Perth has kept Spring at bay for quite some time now. In fact the deluges have been that dramatic at times that I have dreams about my chooks in a little row boat... squaaaaaking as they do... :-) xx
ReplyDeletegosh, just absolutely beautiful. I love spring. & I love all of your words in this post. The seasons are so muted here in southern california, your post makes me what to take flight with my merry brood and come and live in Tasmania. xo
ReplyDeletethank you so much for your kind words Rebecca! I feel very lucky to live here!
DeleteYour post saved dinner for me last night Michelle. Finding us out of garlic as I was chopping up the silverbeet I realised I could dash outside and pull up a handful of wild garlic instead. I have been trying to get rid of this invasive weed (I always called it onion grass and never thought of eating it) but I am thinking about it differently now!
ReplyDeleteThanks for letting me know Alison - you totally made my day! x
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