Spuds

 Back in the spring I had frustrating time not being able to buy my usual onion sets so instead I ordered some extra potatoes from Suttons. I waited AGES for them to be delivered. When the potatoes came they were not the variety that I had specified. How annoying. But the new spuds were called, 'Picasso', surely a good name for a household that has earned its living from art and a good choice also because the resulting crop is clean, tasty and HUGE. Our neighbour's grand-daughter, Connie, has been visiting, She came to our garden to say hello and left with a few potatoes. This weekend she popped in again (she looks like Goldilocks with the most beautiful long creamy-gold hair) to give us a thank-you picture. Mr and Mrs Spud!

The family were with us for the Bank Holiday and our grandson first watched his grand-dad digging in the veg plot 

before setting to work to find the potatoes as they were unearthed.

It has been a good year for crops. The walnut tree is laden with nuts. I am not getting excited because the minute they are ripe the squirrels will probably do their usual trick and strip the lot.

Today we cut back the long grass around the fruit trees. Last year I scarified the ground and sowed wild flower seed there, but had no success so now I'm growing some wild flowers in the greenhouse. I'll pot them on and plant them out next year  as plug plants once they have become sturdy enough to, hopefully, hold their own among the grass.