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Reflections 2020 w13

Hello,I hope you are well in these strange times.

So far my family has not been affected by the virus, to be honest. If anyone is likely to get it – it will be me. I am currently doing the running around shopping for parents and neighbours. My nephew and cousin have had chickenpox at the start of this, but that is all that ails us at the moment. I’m just waiting to be viewed with suspicion when the hay fever starts.

The lady that runs the Monday group is trying to do one by email tomorrow, she is not tech savvy enough to be using a video group chat, so it is going to be interesting to see how she has altered the ‘worksheets’ to fit in with an email format. She has finally got us to do homework.

The group has been using messenger to stay in touch, well part of us, but it has a lot of poster posting thingies, affirmations, and repeats of the same info, but then it cannot be used the same as the group itself, nor is it the same as meeting for a cuppa. It just goes to show how much of the communication is non words.

For some reason my body clock has moved sleep time until after the dawn chorus has been sung for an hour, if it happens again I think I will forgo sleep that day to see if it will force a change later.

Other than that, one has had to put on hold the trial dehydrating camp meal ingredients until food is more plentiful, I don’t intend wasting any but you never know if the end result is going to be edible or not. Let alone wasting the goodness that the food contains. Kale is on the menu at the moment as it is starting to go to flower on the plot.

The greenhouse got to 40degC this week, which has sent the Pack Choi bolting, I will work out a time when that stuff grows as it should instead of having a leggy flower. As for flowers, one has bought a pack of mixed edible flower seeds, should be interesting. later in the year saffron crocus will be gotten for next year.

Still waiting to see if asparagus crowns will arrive, the area is now ready for them.

I have a couple of sewing projects to make patterns for, so that’s more indoor stuff to do. Though Spot will not be happy being the model for the clothing recycling, except the down dog sleeping bag/mat for camping — I may have to lift her off that one.


Reflections 2020 w12

The world is in the grip of a killer virus, there is panic at the food markets and the street are near deserted…Sounds like an opening line of a play, but that is what the start of 2020 has given us.

I have looked on the world map and the countries affected, and there are not many that are not, so far. It has spread fast. The last ones I can remember are the swine flu and the avian flu, this is believed to have possibly originated from bats, transferred to live animals that were slaughtered at a wet market. (A market that sells live animals/fish alongside butchered ones, sometimes even butchering in situ).

With all our communications and information on how these viruses spread, what to do to keep safe, and our sanitation methods, it does not seem to have halted it at a countries border. If we have all this and still it spreads quickly, it makes one wonder how we ever survived them centuries ago when we knew very little — or blamed some poor woman who had a knowledge of herbal remedies.

Or was it pure luck it took so long to transport anything back then as the carrier was halted in their tracks mid journey?

Not that future historians will not look back at us with rose tinted glasses, after all we may not be throwing our poop out of the window now, but we are pumping millions of gallons of oil into the sea, polluting the air, and filling the bellies of future food with plastic. And we know what we are doing, at least the Middle Ages did not fully understand.

Today I learned one of my neighbours at the plot died last week after being placed into a coma after a heart attack. He was a nice chap, we had a good banter when I was digging up 12ft metal poles and he was digging up yet another covered path as everyone else was digging up veg. And we had a laugh when we both were runners up for the best newcomer in the allotment competition. We wondered what building materials won it in the end.

RIP Derrick.

Reflections 2020 w11

Well I missed the timetable for these postings. One did not realise it had come to the day to do it, all my routines have gone out of the window at the moment. Groups are being cancelled, with no alternative to be had, and my sister, niece and nephew did not come at the weekend.

Well, my nephew did, on his own, which is usually in the middle of the week or Friday. So the weekend has not registered at all this week.

Shopping has been strange, what with empty shelves of some random items as well as basic bulk food stuffs. Apparently today they have run out of fresh meat, even the butcher has been rushed off his feet.

One now wonders if the quorn and TVP will be the next items to disappear, or will that be a step too far for most people?

I am going to get some sweet potatoes to make some flat bread with, I also want to know if one can dehydrate/rehydrate the sweet potato to make it on a camp.

I also found out about an Indian/Pakistani food called powa, part cooked rolled rice. This needs little or no cooking. It will certainly be worth a go for camp meals.
I have seen a fish recipe with it, so my mind took it to a Spanish dish — paella.

I know it is not going to be authentic, but can it work as a camp dehydrated meal?

I hope so.

Reflections 2020 w10

Today I transferred the strawberries from last year into their new plot and dug up the asparagus from last year that did not grow at all. One has potted them up in the green house – just to make sure they are done.

It was my fault, the crowns looked lovely when they arrived, but the weather had been against me on rearranging the plot, and I fell behind. BY the time I quickly prepped the asparagus bed they had gone mouldy. I washed them off and planted, like I had found to do on the internet, and then I waited, well, sort of. One did not expect to see any growth, and one did not.

So I ordered some more to replace them, a collection of Autumn planting crowns. This would at least give me time to just do the Asparagus bed properly.

But there was a problem with the supplier and they were being delayed to this year.

I have deleted the email at some point, and the order number I wrote down cannot be found. Truth be told I think it got burned with last years diary.

I don’t think I cancelled the order. But there were a few orders that got messed about last year, so there are refunds for items. But was this order one of them?

One has not long had the strawberries plants ordered last summer. It was that kind of year.

To top it off, the company has just upgraded its computer system, catalogue and site. Did the outstanding order transfers? If at all it exists.

So now I wait for an email, sometime over the next week or so.

Before I dare to order again. I have not the space for two lots. If the crowns that did not fall apart I dug up today are alive — some are going to find themselves in unusual homes. Or kicking the little flower strip out of its bed.

But at least the plot is in front with the growing this year. A week of time and dry weather will see the painting done. Then I have all year to do the water butts.

I have all year to do ONE job.

That feels strange to write after the upheaval one gave oneself last year.

I have photos of the plot as I took it over, I’m sure of it. One will post a then and now Later in the season, if I find them.

Reflections 2020 w09

We are having another storm, and we are on the watch for another next week as well. This one brought some snow and hail for a couple of hours before washing it away, what that is going to do to all the early blossom on the trees one has no idea. Nature is just as confused as us at the moment.

Plants are flowering way before the season they are supposed to, the frogs were about the day before the snow, and the birds are acting like they have young. All I need to see now is a butterfly flying past the window, to confirm the confusion.

Good news on the notepad and pen front — it has been found.

Twas hiding in Spots carrier. What it was doing there I have no idea, but the notepad search is done.


Not quite.

Whilst the pad And pen has been on its vacation, a spare one was being used. This I went for at the discovery of the missing pad, it has some poems to transfer to the computer, before placing into semi retirement. It was at this point one discovered that this pad has now gone missing. !!!?

I looked down at Spot, curled up in her bed, looking all peaceful, and asked her…”Are you messing with me?”

She stirred a little, looked at me with un-interest at the subject and went to sleep.

I feel now it is I, that is messing with me.

But why?