Snowscape

Well thankfully no snow, ice storms or floods in Walthamstow, save for the frosting on the Christmas cake. Ye gods.

Seed Stitch

The storms have set in, there is nothing to do but keep warm and dry and dream of sowing seeds...

Season's End: the last of the roots

A fine bunch of carrots for Christmas dinner. No parsnips; the beds weren't built in time for sowing. Next year...

Season's End: Last of the Spuds

Digging for buried treasure...let's hope the slugs have left us enough for a festive roast dinner.

Paydirt.

Robin Redbreast

Nipped Out For a Turnip

The joy of having the beds outside the backdoor is that we can nip out between squalls and pick the last of the summer produce: turnips for chicken and cider stew with rosemary dumplings, a long-time steamy, soupy favourite perfect for keeping warm despite the buffeting winds and bucketing rain.

Batten the hatches!

Adore and Endure

Electrickery

We like to pop into God's Own Junkyard if we're passing by and bathe in the neon glow; we <3 it when they've got the Joy Shed switched on.

Awesomstow

One Bed Raised

The unskilled labour was supervised by Tubby Tabby.

Kitteh approved.

Raised Hopes

Work on the raised beds continues...oh,so,slowly.

How convenient it is to be able to nip indoors to make avail of plumbed ablutions or to pop the kettle on; a clincher frankly.

The bird box has to be moved pronto; it should not really be interfered with after Jan 31st but there are no signs of Blue Tit residents yet.

Critter Count

We cleared an area in our back garden for three raised beds by hand to ensure that we didn't injure any drowsy critters. We carefully relocated all to the wild and weedy woolly patch (er, hum ... The Garden). Total critter count:

• 7 toadlets (bufo bufo)
• 2 smooth newts (lissotriton vulgaris)
• 1 common frog (rana temporaria)

'Tis Snowing