Dear Readers, I tore myself away from the Olympic Games on the TV last night so that I could share with you my delight at my first "harvesting" of blueberries, but again I couldn't connect with the Internet. I thought that perhaps too many folks were Twittering, but this morning disconnecting the power supply to the modem solved the problem, which may have been due to the atmosphere, which seemed to threaten the area with a thunder storm.
I was out in the back garden disgussing with Nelson, from Green Power, a few minor problems with my roof since I had some *solar panels fitted when I spotted the ripe berries on the row of plants, which are in pots of ericaseous compost beside the kitchen decking. Rosie, my newish weekend housekeeper, and I popped the really tasty fruits straight into our mouths, but perhaps I'll freeze a few in the coming week if I can keep the blackbirds, pheasants and jackdaws off them. * I'll tell you about the solar panels, which were installed at the beginning of March, when I hear from E-on about the FiT (feed-in tariff).
We then went round to the raised beds beside the land drain to see if the potatoes did get blighted. They did and, because the foliage had rotted away, many of the spuds were partly exposed and green. Next year I am going to place the seed potatoes through holes in a sheet of black plastic. This method suited me well when we lived in Crawley. You can tuck your hand through the hole and collect just the few tubers that you need without destroying the developing plant, or letting the light in. Anyway, in seconds I collected enough, healthy organically-grown food, for two meals, and today Rosie and I plan to dig over the beds and clear then. I will burn the shrivelled stems and the green and squiggy, blighted potatoes.
We saw that there were wasps on some ripe loganberries, so there's another job waiting, because we then went and picked a few pods of broad beans each for our evening meal. Such a satisfying feeling - and the tender beans tasted good too.