The fields beyond

Looking from the bottom of the Lust Garden this is what you see

A nursery of saplings – and beyond, fields (of grazing sheep usually)

Looks like most of these saplings haven’t survived. They’ve got adequate protection from rabbits – so maybe it’s an effect of the strong winds that blow constantly in from the Purbeck Hills.

It’s a very windy, blowy garden. An exposed feeling.

George has wind chimes hung from the greenhouse that tinkle away continually. i should have made a recording of them to stick on here.

You could imagine that a family of yak herders had arrived. Blown in across the Russian Steppes and turned up here in little Dorset.

Hopefully their Yaks will munch up the grass. Save George money for mowing….Lol….

Hello, Green Willy

And i haven’t finished yet.

Down in the bottom left corner of the patch this was happening

Courgette plants bursting out and bursting through the fence.

And when you looked underneath those leaves – tons of little penis’s growing!

They’re so insistent they wanted to push and poke at you

There’s going to be many many of these little fella’s bustin up and out

This one’s a bit on the small size. And not as sensitive obviously. But very firm.

And likely to be getting much bigger and firmer in the weeks to come.

All hail to the kale

Did you know you can make a kale sandwich? We did.

You lightly steam the kale and stick mustard and balsamic vinegar and garlic on it (George added a sliver of mace too) then let it chill.

Pop it inside some pitta bread with pork and there you have it – yer kale sandwich.

There’s many interesting things you can do with kale. And we’ve got loads of it to eat up.

Kale soup or kale cake anybody?!

Sian and James had better watch out!

The Bermuda Triangle

See this? This is a dangerous part of the veg patch. Be careful.

The calabrese wandered in, and look what happened to them – virtually disappeared!

All sorts of creatures, elemental beings, slimy slippery things (aka slugs and snails) have ventured in there, never to be seen again. Lost forever in a tangle of interlocking strings (inexplicably arranged – i believe its an ancient ley line configuration derived from the divination of druids)

Only Porge knows the way in, and way out.

Of the Bermuda Triangle.

I’m keeping well away.

Grrr! to slugs and snails

George is saying she’s running out of slug pellets.

Sound the alarm!.

All our lovely leafy veg is gonna be gobble gobbled up!

By those bleedin slugs and bleedin snails.

Millions of them slip sliding all over our beans and sprouts.

Shoot them George! Lay booby traps. Barb wire the trenches. Minefield in between the beds with the decomposed heads of, er… (whatever you like… something really disgusting tho)… have your 2 cats on watchtowers with rifles… spray the whole patch with the toxic gas of offal infected farts…. anything….Lol…….Go Grrrr!! at them….)

I is joking.

Don’t get friggin stressed….

Relax man…. this garden is a chill out zone….

(well yes, but not for you slugs and snails… and you wabbits… and you nibbly little furry fuckers … and you man eating aphids ….etc….)

Get that hammock out…. schmooze…..

Not a pretty sight

And a little message for all you Bugs Bunnies out there

If you’re thinking of jumping over the fence

This is whats gonna happen to ya

You’re gonna get eaten

By killer cats.

Just thought you should know.

Now hop it!