As you know, my husband loves gardening, and now he’s retired he has more time to spend in his veggie patch. I’m not particularly interested in gardening, and much prefer to keep my hands busily clean doing needlecrafts. But I’m more than happy to down needle and applaud, as husband brings fresh veggies into the kitchen each day, and sets about preparing dinner.
Husband only planted 2 courgette plants this year but we’re already being inundated with fresh courgettes, literally every day. Here’s a basket of courgettes, a handful of pois gourmands (or mange-tout), a couple of beetroot and our very first cucumber.
Cucumber which rather tempted Gibbs
Who put his paws up on the table and had a chomp before I had time to tell him off. That dog will eat anything!
And then only 2 days later . . . even more courgettes and some home-grown potatoes. They made a lovely change . . . rissoled gently, until they were golden & crispy, served with green salad and Italian smoked ham. Yum yum.
Cats are also bringing a few things home . . . and the garden path is littered, daily, with the corpses of dead mice (I apologise to the faint-hearted, but cats will be cats). However, occasionally, one does get away.
This little one was brought, alive, into the veranda, and from there, managed to scurry into the house. It then spent 24 hours in hiding before I was able to locate it, trap it, and set it free. Although saying that, if it hangs around in our garden, I don’t give it long before it gets caught again.