My hand is tingling. I've just got back from Rick's afternoon walk; it didn't go well. I was going to turn right up Middlefield Lane but saw Mrs Mascot pottering around outside her cottage. I had the remnants of a migraine and really didn't feel like chatting so I carried straight on along Bishop Norton Road. I thought maybe there wouldn't be too many tractors about on a Sunday. Wrong! Tractor after tractor thundered by pulling trailer loads of shallot onions. Rick went berserk each time we encountered one, spinning me around and behaving very badly. On the final occasion I put my arm out to balance myself and plunged my hand into a patch of stinging nettles. The only consolation was a couple of shallots that had bounced off one of the trailers.
Back home Paul is painting the kitchen, hoping to get some of the walls finished before the joiner arrives tomorrow to fit the units. He has spread old sheets across the new floor to protect it from paint. These old dust sheets have followed us around from house to house. I see the first duvet cover I bought for my first ever flat, the pink flowery sheet we bought for our first home together, Sarah's childhood duvet cover with the Lucozade stain, it makes me feel quite nostalgic!
I picked some beans and cucumbers from the garden earlier. They have gone bonkers. The wind has knocked loads of apples and plums off the tree, many of them not even ripe. I shall have to make apple pie when I finally get my new kitchen.
Oooh, stinging nettles. Nasty. I hope the pain subsides quickly. Your cucumbers look good. I love them but we don't have much success growing them here.ReplyDelete
We've got so many, in the greenhouse and outside.Delete
Farming doesn't stop just because it's Sunday. I have just come back past field after field where they are wheat harvesting here. The thing with onion harvest is usually the smell permeates everywhere.ReplyDelete
I should have known better.Delete
It's a scary world out in the wilds of Lincolnshire. Massive tractors thundering by with shallots flying everywhere, mad dogs pulling people into beds of nettles, magnolia paint dripping all over and Mrs Mascot waiting to bore the pants off unwary pedestrians. It's enough to give anyone a migraine.ReplyDelete
Yup, that just about sums up my day!Delete
Mum used to fasten the dog to the clothesline with a clip & let him run from the house to the barn & back again when she decided to stay home & 'rest' with three kids under 5 on the farm . . . . we didn't have trucks going anywhere but we did have Mrs Farrow just up the road - you just need another way to give Rick some exercise when you feel bad. How about one of those horse walkers???ReplyDelete
I like the idea of clipping his leash to the clothes line, we have a rotary one so he could run around in circles!Delete
You must have been glad to get home all in one piece! I haven't been "stung" by a nettle in many, many years, but I remember how painful they are - ouch! Your vegetables look great. We've had wet and then hot weather here and our vegetable garden has such huge plants that it's hard to find the vegetables without taking the chance of breaking some other plant that has engulfed more than their allotted area.ReplyDelete
My hand is still tingling today (Monday).Delete
My beans are hopeless; I'm hoping the next row will do better. I think you should find that harvested Shallot field; there'll probably be hundreds lying around ungathered, like potato fields.ReplyDelete
We've had so many beans this year Paul's been giving them away to the neighbours. Courgettes have suddenly gone on strike though.Delete
Veggies look like yours in France. Kitchen looking brilliant and love the story of the dust sheets. Annie stung her paws on nettles yesterday. Sid said Rick very naughty he should be cuddling you when you have a migraine.ReplyDelete
Rick's being a good boy today. I took him out very early before the tractors woke up.Delete
All sounds such good, Lincolnshire life. I am so glad you moved there. It gives me the odd bit of Lincolnshire which I enjoy. Glad everything is progressing well - your garden produce seems to be growing true to Lincolnshire form at any rate.ReplyDelete
We almost moved to Gloucestershire but I'm really pleased now that fate sent us to this beautiful part of Lincolnshire.Delete
Naughty Rick ! I don't suppose you thought to see if there were any dock leaves nearby, when you were stung? We always used to rub any stings with the leaves and they stopped the tingling.ReplyDelete
Those veg look worthy of first prize at the village fête ! Bet they taste even better than they look.
I was too busy trying to control Rick to look for some dock leaves. Home grown tomatoes remind me how awful supermarket ones are.Delete
Can you not multi-task?Delete