The first seed
Today is the first of the glorious spring heat. The snow is disappearing fast from the summit of the Ventoux and clusters of cherry blossom bounce like pom-poms on shivering boughs. The variations on green practically quench our thirst.
In a typical Merrow-Smith/Phillips moment, Julian took my months' of slog (horse-poo carting, digging, tugging and raking) to a new level. He made a very fine tilth on three plump beds. Actually not just a very fine tilth but the most beautifully combed and nurtured feathery tilth you are ever likely to see. Then he planted the first seed in the Potager du Peintre.
I think it was a runner bean.
Next came peas and leeks and broad beans and lettuces and radishes.....I am going to try amaranth which came as a seed swap from Laura.
However, what the peintre was most excited about was, of course...
posted by ruth at 7:28 PM
3 Comments:
So fun to see Julian with a trowel, preparing this pallet for a brillant harvest. You two are brave, talented, inspirational and fun. Thank you so much for three years of living art and allowing so many of us to live vicariously. Best to you both!
It's wonderful to be have you back blogging more regularly, Ruth. No one writes quite like you do and I've missed that, as well as the breath of sunny air from Provence.
I agree with Jean, your writing is worth the reading, and your photos just as good, but oh yeah, you just happen to be a musician!
There is NOTHING as good as a freshly dug-up potato (assuming that is what I am looking at), our northern European genes are starch seekers for surviving cold winters.
Hmmm, captcha is "cukolis", it may be fond of cucumbers?
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