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Pepper harvest

Nice to get home after a long and rainy drive yesterday. We have the car for it. Unloaded and then out to meet Terry and Nige in the Citadel later joined by the kids. Left the unpacking till Saturday.

Now it is Saturday, chucked the laundry on the pile on the utility room floor. Put away the choice Anglesey Sea Salt based products in the cupboard. We now have enough salt to last years.

Later will pick tomatoes. Have had complaints about the size of the fruit. They are cherry tomatoes planted because of their intense flavour and not for their utility in cooking. Ah well. Next year I’ll stick some San Marzano plum toms down as well.

The apples are also ready for picking and the onions will need stringing up. Left them on the potting shelf before we went away.

I hear activity elsewhere in the house.

Today, I sense, is one for getting things sorted but without urgency.

Later, picked a bowl of tomatoes and basil and also of peppers and jalapenos. Harvested the coriander seeds.

Tonight’s tea is pasta with fresh tomato, pepper and basil sauce 🙂

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Halcyon days of summer

It’s been a while since I wrote. I suspect that work reared its ugly head leaving less time to talk tomatoes. Tomatoes are now however very much ready to be a talking point. They have started to ripen and whilst not yet a glut have provided me with a few sweet mouthfuls. The intensity of flavour especially from the smaller ones has made the whole growing effort worthwhile. Ditto the carrots. I picked a couple for use in a stir fry and they were the most carrot tasting carrots I’ve ever had. They were still a little on the small side so am leaving the rest to grow more. Same for the garlic of which I lifted three but really they too can wait. The garlic I will revisit before we head to Cardiff at the end of July.

Summer mornings in the shed are very pleasant. For the uninitiated the shed is next to the greenhouse at the bottom of the garden. It has double doors opening onto a deck at the front and to the side there is a full length window looking out onto the greenhouse and through which I can see the  tomatoes, ripening as I write.

This morning I went out and picked some tomatoes for breakfast. I am confident that more will have ripened by the end of the day. They are now clearly visible on the live stream although once ripe they don’t stay visible for long 🙂 

Enjoying these halcyon days of summer.

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I stare at the tomatoes. This requires patience. Training. It is a modern version of meditation. Staring at the plants, knowing that they are growing but at speed imperceptible to the naked eye. Or the human brain. We are talking seasonal not glacial or geological time frames here. 

In my meditative world people will be trained to sit cross legged and stare at the tomatoes. Those unable to be in the greenhouse can join in remotely on the internet. That’s why we have the live stream on the website. 

Inside of the greenhouse is reserved for the inner circle. An extended group is able to watch and meditate from the outside. This is not an elitist thing. It’s practical. Only so many people can fit in the greenhouse and be comfortable enough to stay focussed.

Typically those coming for meditation have to bring their own chair. We have plenty but not enough to go around if more than say ten people want to watch at the same time. This movement has elders. They are people who have watched many seasons of growth and have great wisdom that is sought after by the less experienced.

Watching the tomatoes grow feels like I’m lying barefoot in a hayfield, arms folded behind my head gazing up at the blue sky through my straw hat. The sun shines through some of the holes in the weave, There is a chorus of crickets somewhere nearby and the song of the stream reveals it still has life.

The tomato plants are in flower. We need bees to pollinate the flowers so the door to the greenhouse is left open most of the day.