tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202591572011-12-27T00:00:46.821ZShe's a complicated lady, so colour my baby moody blueindigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12016153810542371398noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20259157.post-72459512625096150742009-10-05T21:41:00.007Z2009-10-05T21:54:46.079Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qh7Gm7nOuy4/Sspos882-EI/AAAAAAAAAAk/3_CV3vsSq_8/s1600-h/snapdragons.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qh7Gm7nOuy4/Sspos882-EI/AAAAAAAAAAk/3_CV3vsSq_8/s320/snapdragons.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389235025587140674" /></a> This pink and orange snapdragon (<span style="font-style:italic;">Antirrhinum majus</span>) was rescued from a dry crack in a pavement back in June or July and replanted in John Innes No. 3, since when it has grown about 20 times larger.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20259157-7245951262509615074?l=moody-blue.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>indigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12016153810542371398noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20259157.post-1066968898334545992009-09-27T21:34:00.013Z2009-09-27T22:18:22.297Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qh7Gm7nOuy4/Sr_bMGSBJoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QYCTHxg_UoU/s1600-h/2009-09-08-hens.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qh7Gm7nOuy4/Sr_bMGSBJoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QYCTHxg_UoU/s320/2009-09-08-hens.jpg" alt="Four hens" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386264680249501314" border="0" /></a><br />The hens (from the left) Zaza, Berthe, Becassine and (in front) Tallulah, back-lit like film stars.<br /><br />These are not the same hens as last year - the gone but not forgotten Hilda and Evadne - who were killed by a fox in December. I made the run more secure before the four new hens arrived in February.<br /><br />* * *<br /><br />There seems to have been a lot of fox activity in the garden during last night: signs of digging in the compost bin, things knocked over, a long-extinct bird (probably a pigeon) on the ground by the bay tree, and droppings that appeared to contain a claw of whatever the fox ate recently. Actually, it looked like a chicken claw so I wonder if someone round here has lost a hen recently.<br /><br />* * *<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qh7Gm7nOuy4/Sr_ghOVsv9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/4kN2Mk8LnDQ/s1600-h/tomatoesheart.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qh7Gm7nOuy4/Sr_ghOVsv9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/4kN2Mk8LnDQ/s320/tomatoesheart.jpg" alt="Red tomatoes and a yellow tomato in a heart-shaped dish" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386270540747816914" border="0" /></a>The yield this year from the Gardeners' Delight and Golden Sunrise tomato plants is <span style="font-style: italic;">fan-tas-tic</span>. Every day, yet more handfuls ripen. Here are a few of the early ones, photographed one day in August in a heart-shaped ramekin by Le Creuset.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20259157-106696889833454599?l=moody-blue.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>indigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12016153810542371398noreply@blogger.com0