I have been up to my eyeballs in berries all summer long. The berry season began early in June with the first red currants of the season.
By mid-June the raspberries were also in full swing. I picked raspberries every day for nearly two months. This summer I decided to weigh the raspberries at the end of each day’s picking. By the middle of August I had picked over 60 pounds of the ripe red berries from the two rows that grow in our garden.
At the same time the boysenberries, related to wild bramble berries, were ripening on their vines.
Continue reading “Bountiful Berries…”
Boat gets ready for fishing…
Grass needs cutting…
Garden needs planting…
Mom comes to visit…
R. & F. come to visit…
Spring is the busiest time of year on the island. All winter long nothing much seems to happen. When spring arrives, suddenly, an overwhelming number of activities vie for our attention. The garden needs planting. The grass needs cutting. People come to visit. C. gets busy preparing his boat for the salmon fishing season. Continue reading “Sweet Scent of Spring…”
…cool crop for cool weather.
Although spring is officially here, the weather continues to be cold and wet. The vegetables are getting planted, both seeds and starts, in dribs and drabs, slowly but surely. The heat-loving tomatoes, peppers, squash and basil are still indoors, under the fluorescent lights, getting bigger and bigger, just waiting for warmer temperatures outdoors, so they can get into their permanent locations under the cloches in the vegetable garden.
The fruit trees in our orchard have been slow to bloom but about a week ago I noticed that the pears were finally flowering. While I worked in the garden nearby during the sunny afternoon, the plum tree’s blossom also began to open, inviting the hungry bees to come and feast. This morning the apple blossom has begun to burst from sweet pink buds.
Apple blossom in the orchard.
Continue reading “Oh, Rubarb….”
The last blast of winter seems to have taken place and the crocuses are blooming. Snowdrops drift across the pet graveyard under the black walnut tree like snowy remnants left behind after the last thaw.
Last week C. and I made a trip to town for supplies. The road to town was finally clear of snow. We were out of milk, coffee, oats and other essentials. It was past time to stock up on groceries. I was eager to find one particular item that had been on my list for the past couple of months: the elusive Seville orange. Continue reading “Marmalade…”