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!