Froggy would a-wooing go . . .

We have a small pond in our side garden.  It is overhung with trees and less than a metre across, but the other morning it hosted a veritable lovefest of frogs. I heard the rumble of croaking little voices at around six am, and when I looked out of the upstairs window, the surface of the pond was alive with them. When I took a closer look I saw at least five adult frogs, some of whom were definitely up to it!  There was also a very large clump pf frogspawn. The interesting thing was that by the same afternoon, all had returned to peace and tranquility. Where have the frogs gone, and have they left their little tadpoles for me to raise in our tiny pond?. I am a bit spawned up at the moment and feel the responsibility. The mystery deepens when we realise that there are no other ponds in the whole village as far as I know, and the river is more than a quarter of a mile away, across the road and through acres of parkland.  Anyone with frog expertise, do get in touch!

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Planets Suite

Venus and Jupiter are so close they could hold hands in the western sky just now, and look beautiful. Apparently they are actually five times further away from each other than Earth is from the Sun, but that doesn’t matter. To my primitive little peasant mind they are close together and they fill my heart with joy.  I wish we could enjoy the sky at night as the ancients did. We will never see the stars with such clarity as they did, due to all our centuries of pollution. However in The Gambia a few years ago I saw stars of the like I’d never seen anywhere else. They were great psychedelic spinning circles of luminosity, which almost produced a trance like state as you lay down and looked up at them.  It was too hot to sleep inside anyway.  This is the kind of free gift, given only to the poorest and remotest,  where there is no electricity, and yet you can read a book by starlight.  Astronomy is so obviously the natural religion of humanity, as it immediately connects you with the vast and unknowable universe.  I am a shoo-in for this sort of thing. I still watch Voyager with huge enjoyment.  I know,  – unbelievably sad.

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Big Game Hunting

 March 14th

On the subject of livestock, I was thinking of keeping rabbits. Apparently a rabbit produces a cubic metre of droppings a year, which would activate a huge compost heap.  But our last rabbit, Lucy, was eaten by a horrible fox  back in 1994, and I wouldn’t want to go through that again.  Hens, of which we have a couple of dozen, produce more than enough compost activator.   Our son Tim just told us the following sad story.  He was taking a shower the other morning when he heard the most awful screaming sound coming from his neighbour’s garden. Looking out the window he thought he could see a large cat grappling with their giant pet rabbit on the back lawn. Dressing as quickly as he could, he ran round and banged on the neighbour’s door to tell her.  When they went out into the back garden the rabbit, a huge breed,  was dead,  and the predator had been crippled by a vigorous kick from the bunny as it had fought back, and was hiding in the border.     It turned out not to be a cat, but a mink,  which had obviously come in from the railway embankment next to the neighbour’s far wall.  The RSPCA subsequently came to capture the animal, not too difficult as it could no longer walk, and presumably put it out of its misery. But this is proof that generations of mink, released from mink farms by animal activists twenty years ago or more, are still breeding and predating our pets and wildlife.  They have obviously grown even bigger in the process.   And all this drama happened in urban Liverpool last week!

You may notice that blog entries like buses are coming in batches! I have saved them in draft and have now popped them on the website. Feedback from my loyal readers is always welcome!

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The Big Dig.

March 8th  

In 2011, to the derision of my son,  David gave me a birthday present of two strong professional gardeners to dig over my entire allotment, and clear it ready for the Spring planting. And very helpful that was too.  This year, aided certainly by the prolonged dryish weather we’ve had in the east Midlands, I have done the whole lot myself, unearthing a little pile of potatoes, parsnips and a huge amount – I am talking 20lbs here – of artichokes.  Very good exercise for the muscles I can tell you. The only problem is that Jerusalem artichokes are virtually impossible to eat without turning into a veritable windbag, so they will probably all have to be recycled into the compost bins again!  I wish I had a pig to feed them to, but can you imagine living with a flatulent pig?   The mild warm days have encouraged me to risk planting the new potatoes, which have chitted very well in the greenhouse and are eager to start primary school.  I am trying Sharp’s Express this year, and the old faithful Arran Pilot, so they have both gone in, making two 10 ft rows.  Talk to me again in July and I’ll tell you if this slightly early planting has paid off.   I have decided not to be too ecclesiastical about my potatoes this year, – having always planted them on Good Friday before, but that isn’t for another three weeks. Life is too short folks!

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Deep in the Compost bins something stirred. . .

March 4th.

The most exciting thing in the garden which has happened lately has been inside the compost bins.  On the allotment I have four, in varying stages of decay and regeneration into usable material, and the first one, piled up with layers of all sorts of crud and corruption has transformed itself over the winter into the classic sweet-smelling dark brown  feathery compost you read about in books!  Easy to dig out, light to fork into the soil, it has produced enough to cover my two big main beds, mulch the current bushes and gooseberries and provide feed for the  raspberry canes I inherited when Jayne decided to dig over her raspberry bor4der and grow flowers for bees instead.  When I think of all the vegetable peelings, weeds, old leaves, eggshells and even the odd mussel shell which went into this bin, I feel I have shared in a little magic. Bins 2, 3 and 4 are younger and therefore less experienced, but the scheme obviously works.   I have produced compost in previous years but this has been  the best by far.  Now we just have to produce the crops!

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Iguazu Falls and chubby Gauchos

The last of three mini blogs from Uruguay:

Two weeks ago,  Chris and I went on a multi-national trip up to see the world famous (I’d never heard of them before!) waterfalls on the border between Brazil, Paraguay and Argentina, staying a night in each of two hotels, one in Brazil, and the next in Argentina.  The falls, now counted as one of the seven natural wonders of the world, can only be reached on the Brazilian side by a seven kilometer special road, so we hired a taxi for the day, and ended up by hiring the driver again the following day.   The temperature was up in the high 30s C, and yet they said they had had no rain for a month. This, our driver said, would make the falls more visible. In the height of the rainy season you can see nothing for the spray.

I’d recommend the Brazil side, where you walk for about an hour along the side of the river and get up close and personal with a lot of water. The Argentinian side seems dominated by the need to take little trains, two of them, to get within a mile of the falls. You then have to tramp across endless metal walk ways.  The main problem was the heaving crowds of people, jam packed all the way there and back. I was astounded by all this human endeavour.  The falls were large, wet and noisy. I am even going to break the habit of all these blogs and try to upload a picture to show you.   This may be the start of more illustrations. You never know!  (Sorry, but the picture has now fallen to the bottom of the page as I haven’t discovered how to do wrap-around text here yet.)

The following weekend we went down to Colonia de Sacramento, a sleepy and attractive little town on the river and finished by  driving two hours inland and staying on an estancia where the horses were lovely and the food was dreadful.  Included in the price was a two hour horse ride. Chris, being too tall and with a busted shoulder, stayed behind but I went out with a group of six led by an over weight gaucho, who spent most of the time on the phone, and his two dogs who managed to catch an armadillo and a green snake in the fields. This caused a lot of shrieking from some of my fellow riders.. It was quite an adventure as we were then caught in a thunderstorm, complete with forked lightening, torrential rain and thunder all around us.

We came back after three hours in pitched darkness at 9pm, but intact, thanks to my very sensible and steady horse.  A TV crew were making a film about this touristic experience, but we avoided being in it, as they weren’t going to wait out in the rain for us. I was soaked to the skin and had to get off my horse by step ladder, but proved there is life in the old bones still. Very good scheme, riding on a sheepskin!  I have no photographic proof of this experience, as Chris too did not stay out in the rain to record our return.

The falls at Iguazu- from the Brazil side.

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Iron Ladies

Of all places, I was able to catch The Iron Lady in Montevideo, in English with Spanish subtitles. Very few people were in the cinema unit  to see it, but I went with a fellow ex-pat Mum, and we enjoyed the mutual memories of those dreadful eighties as the trailers warmed up.  The cinema is a great favourite with Uruguan ladies of a certain age, all much better dressed than we were, and fully coiffed etc, but most were there to see The Artist I think.

I found it a very moving film, mainly because of the resonances with my mother’s final year of gallant wrestling matches with reality versus fantasy, and the blurring of timelines between past and present.  By all standards, Merryl Streep was outstanding, and now that the Oscars are over, I can see as well why the make-up artist won one. You completely lose her in the character.  Whether or not it was the Margaret Thatcher, or one Margaret Thatcher I am not sure, but it had huge integrity.   My only feeling is that , well she is still alive on the planet, but then so is the Queen, and she has had to put up with several quirky and eccentric takes on her life and private affairs. Can’t be as bad as spitting image anyway!   Critics from right and left should go to see this film, but they whisked it off at Chesterfield far too quickly. frightened off by the ex-miners’ wives pickets? How sad, and bizarre, free speech is essential.

After the cinema our sons took us out for a late supper. Wonderful fresh crunchy fish gougons, and the speciality chips with mushroom sauce.  They talked business, both little children during the Thatcher years, now riding the wave of entrepreneurship she kicked out of the doldrums.  We mothers discussed retirement possibilities in Uruguay.  Here’s to you, Mrs Thatcher. All the best, wherever and however you are. I find I’ve forgiven you, which is strange, but then  I’ve forgiven many others who have done much worse!

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