I had to take a close up of the original group of mushrooms just to emphasise the size of some of the chanterelles (Cantharellus cibarius.) Some of the largest I’ve found.
I’d decided to walk to boules in the hope of finding a few more mushrooms to add to those I’d collected earlier. I’d been on the point of regretting my decision when my ‘mushroom eyes’ zoomed in on a splash of egg yolk yellow at the base of the talus. A bit of furtling amongst the cut grass uncovered a lovely harvest.
The horse mushrooms (Agaricus arvensis) were in a friend’s field where the grass is kept relatively short by grazing sheep.
After weeks of dry weather it’s flipped over into the kind of drizzly, grey, dampness that Brittany can specialise in which flattens your spirits and grinds you down if it lasts any length of time. Happily it is not forecast to last.
A positively silver lining to the clouds and damp has been the sudden fruiting of some of my favourite mushrooms. On the table are a couple of different Agaricus, a Charcoal Burner (Russula cyanoxantha), and a good crop of the Miller (Clitopilus prunulus). Finding the Miller in any quantity always makes me happy. It’s not the most straightforward fungus to collect – especially for beginners – as there are two superficially very similar, and sometimes deadly, confusables: Clitocybe rivulosa/Clitocybe dealbata.
If I collect it from somewhere new I always take a spore print – that means I don’t get to eat it the same day, but it’s worth it to see the pink print which means edible, rather than the white print of the ‘deadlies’.
And the mackerel have arrived! After several sorties to Douarnenez which – although pleasant – did not deliver a single fish. Finally they have turned up. They were biting constantly. They certainly ate well from the constant disappearance of the bait from my line. However, my incompetence meant I didn’t land as many as I should have, so most lived to fight another day and these ones were the unfortunates that copped it.
Lovely fish. Lovely taste!
I’ve made Gooseberry jam. I’ve made a couple of jars of sweet gooseberry pickle. I’ve made a few jars of a South Indian spiced gooseberry pickle. I’ve given gooseberries away. I’ve allowed the blackbirds to help themselves to gooseberries and I’ve not said a word against them…. There have been a lot of gooseberries. They’ve almost all gone now. Just two later ripening bushes left – and I have made a half-hearted effort to protect them from the blackbirds. (Although yesterday two of this year’s young ones crashed into the windows and died – probably overladen with gooseberries!)
In fact all of the soft fruit has done well – and didn’t seem to suffer from the killer frost earlier in the year despite my pessimism at the time.
The top fruits generally are poor. There will be fights over the few apples that escaped the frost and the very few greengages are not destined to make it back to the house. I will be watching for them to ripen and will eat them as they do. The pears might be ok but it’s a bit too early to be sure.
It looks like it’s going to be a phenomenal hazelnut crop. Although it doesn’t pay to be too complacent as sometimes the shells are empty and sometimes the weevil worm gets them…and for the very first year there will be walnuts (15 of them!)
It’s getting crowded in there….
Crocosmia ‘lucifer’ with both wild and golden marjoram in front.Lychnis chalcedonica with white Verbascum chaixii and the first Dahlia.So far no Blight despite many, many warnings. There was an adequate amount of rain last week just when it was getting properly worryingly dry, which has replenished my stocks a little. The tomatoes are setting fruits and growing well in the ‘greenhouse’. I’m digging potatoes daily and the various beans are coming along nicely. Some of my Dahlias are in full flowering mode already and the butterflies are plentiful and loving the heat.
But the cloud which doesn’t have a silver lining is this. The beautiful, much anticipated and lovingly tended pea patch has been stripped bare by mice. I know for definite it’s mice and not pigeons or people because there are neat piles of nibbled empty pods all along the rows of plants.
I put down a trap, baited with cheese, (after having tried in vain to persuade the cat that she wanted to stay on guard). The next morning the cheese and the rest of the peas had all gone but the trap hadn’t sprung. I’ve re-sown but it’s getting a bit late in the season to be confident of a second crop – mildew is often a problem later on, especially in hot weather.
….. and I mean for me as much as for the flowers – which are probably more resilient.
And since I looked the forecasts for the next few days’ temperatures have increased. Now I know that, compared to loads of areas these are ‘normal’ summer highs – and for other places – even rather on the cool side(!)
I’ll just have to sit under my parasol with a glass of fizzy water and homemade raspberry syrup, watch the butterflies and enjoy it for as long as it lasts (and try not to think about all the watering that’ll need doing later on….)
It’s still very windy, but somehow the polytunnel is managing to stay put. It’s got rips where most of its ties are and it makes a disconcerting ‘I’m trying to fly away’ noise whenever there is another gust. Hopefully the weather will calm down soon – leaving me with just the never ending Blightwatch warnings to deal with. I’m tempted to give a quick spray of Bordeaux to the new growth today.
Polytunnel covered and planted.
It can be a lot worse than this in the winter, but 80kmph gusts in June are bad. And even worse when coupled with rain… There’s just so much more that can get damaged.
I’m sitting watching the plastic cover on the polytunnel billow and flap and am wondering how much more it can take before it rips or just flies away. I wasn’t overly excited at having it, because it’s such a big, ugly structure in the middle of my garden. But, now that it’s built and has tomatoes in it, it would be a major pain if it goes.
This slightly damaged, but still impressive beauty was enjoying the warmth in the new polytunnel.
This Spring has been the best ever for Swallowtail sightings in the garden. The increase in the numbers of egg laying females and the significant amount of new fennel planting may be coincidental but I don’t think so. There are also more males arriving to feed – especially this year on the Hesperis matronalis alba which is flowering everywhere.
The settled sunny and warm weather has helped enormously.
Four instars of Swallowtail caterpillar. As luck would have it, these are not on fennel but are on one the solitary carrot plant from last year that I was saving to collect seed!
All enthusiasm for this blog evaporated under the weight of the onslaught from various natural phenomena.
What started as a near perfect season faltered as, despite my best efforts; the endless checking of the weather forecast and the nightly round of pulling plastic, netting, fleece or straw over the growing list of susceptible plants and unfurling leaves proved pointless against two nights of at least -4 degrees. That, coupled with the lack of water (and sun and wind burn), has frazzled the leaves of Hydrangeasand potatoes, reduced the new Acers to a collection of leafless twigs and caused total defoliation and fruit drop for the figs. Plums and gages have tiny blackened fruitlets that fall when you touch them…My efforts against the Gooseberry sawfly caterpillars were pointless as the frost got the fruit anyway! The voles just keep on munching those bulbs – they’re underground so don’t notice the cold.
So, not a good start. There has finally been some useful quantity of rain, but with it has come four consecutive days of warnings from Blightwatch. The poorly potatoes are in no state to cope with that! I’d already planned a preventative spray with Bordeaux mixture for the first week of June after last year’s problems. But spraying in the middle of May? Still, I’ve done it and I can at least comfort myself with the knowledge that I did it after warning number one so could’ve done no more.
But it’s not all woe. There are some real successes to look at (or to remember) and the butterflies have had a fantastic start compared to last year when the cold weather meant that they were late to emerge and had little to sustain them when they did. I have seen healthy numbers of all the usual Spring species – especially the Orange Tips which had suffered here last year. There are lots of Painted Ladies already and the Swallowtails are more abundant in the garden than ever before – both visiting and egg-laying.
This is a hyacinth that’s had its bulb eaten by a vole. You only notice when it’s too late.
This is the hole left after the vole ate the roots of the chard plant and it collapsed and wilted.
These are Dutch Iris bulbs which had been getting ready to flower until the vole ate them. All 37, one after the other.This is is a parsnip that has been eaten from the inside out by a vole.I am feeling a lot of hatred towards voles at the moment.