Harvest time, so fruit and vegetables can be picked and eaten or stored. Most of our tomatoes are roasted and blended with a little basil before being placed into containers in the freezer for future use. Chilli peppers also keep well when frozen whole.
It’s interesting that the first sowing of salad crops always tends to produce the best quality. Subsequent sowings during the summer seem to lack the vigour of that first crop.
Following on from the note about bumblebees taking the easy route to the nectar in some flowers, I noticed that virtually all the flowers on a salvia ‘red lips’ have a small hole in the side, and always on the same side. I think the garden bumblebee was probably responsible, though it could have been a buff-tail. In checking the identification on the BB conservation trust website, it notes about caste that: ‘males also generally have longer, more straggly hair, so if your bee has hairy legs, a moustache, and looks slightly unkempt it’s probably a male.’ Perhaps they don’t have access to a comb.
The Gardening Club Annual Show has been cancelled this year, but details of the Minchinhampton Alternative Gardening Show are on the Minchinhampton Life website, so thanks to Minch Life.
I hope you took the opportunity to view the comet Neowise that passed by in July. If not, it is a long wait for its return, in the year 8,786, but there are plenty of photos on-line. There are several planetary conjunctions during September, starting with a lunar occultation of Mars on 6th, though not visible from the UK, an early morning close approach of the 26 day old moon and Venus on 14th, and a conjunction of Jupiter, Saturn and the moon on 25th.
In the well known Chapter 13 of St Paul’s first letter to the Corinthians, which is often read at weddings and funerals, St Paul urges us to abide by “faith, hope and charity”. The word charity is in the King James’ version of the Bible but it is substituted by “love” in subsequent translations. Throughout my life, from pulpit and elsewhere, I have heard much about faith and charity/love but very little about hope and, being a glass half full person, I am disappointed by this. As one listens to the nightly news when disasters, gloom and weaknesses are emphasised while achievements, successes and optimism is highly qualified or ignored, my mind turns to wondering about hope. With the success of the films 1917 and The Darkest Hour, together with the anniversaries of VE Day and Dunkirk, we have heard much about war recently and, particularly, Churchill. These times are memorable for me and others,who were born in 1941, because our parents decided to have us when the outlook for the UK, Europe and civilisation was at its most bleak. Neither the US nor Russia had joined the war and not only had our troops been driven out of continental Europe but also, as events soon confirmed, were in a precarious position in the Far East. And yet my parents, together with the parents of my contemporaries, had sufficient optimism and hope to plan a family. Driven by this, they faced down the uncertain world, and, as far as I am concerned, thank heavens they did.
A bed of bearded iris in the garden has not flowered for the second year, so they will be dug up and divided before re-planting in a new bed, which hopefully will re-invigorate them. They’ve been baked in the sun, but are probably struggling with overcrowding.
Two well-established holly trees in the hedge are also looking stressed, dropping many spikey leaves onto the beds and grass, presumably as a result of the lack of rain. The moral here is not to garden bare-footed.
My name is Luke and I am 8 years old. I live in Minchinhampton and I go to Minchinhampton School. I live with my brother Conor who is 4 and my mum and dad. I am writing this to give you a little taste of what it is like in lockdown for an 8 year-old.
I have been taught at home, because the school has shut, but not all day so I have been learning through play. The things I like playing with most are my Play Mobil Romans and Lego. I have learned to play Cribbage and now I am very good the highest level on the computer. I have also learned Roman Numerals.
Early one morning we heard lots of crow noises in the garden on the patio. We looked out of the window and we saw a buzzard with a crow in its claws. Lots of other crows were trying to help. The buzzard swooped off with the crow. I think the crow was dead.
GOD BLESS THE NHS: THE PEOPLE’S ARMY
WHO DEFEND THE SICK
The National Health Service is our army to defend the sick, and we rely on it today more than ever before. Everybody knows that it came into existence as a result of the political ideals of Aneurin Bevan and the post Second World War Labour government. Most probably do not know, however, how those ideals became a practicality – how the political will was turned into a working National Health Service. The family history and motivation of the leading medic at the time, Hugh Lett, is one which is particularly relevant in the midst of our present COVID-19 crisis, and may bring comfort and hope to us in these desperate times.
Hugh Lett was born in 1876, served as a surgeon in the military hospitals on the Western Front in World War 1, and was appointed President of the Royal College of Surgeons just before the outbreak of World War 2. In 1946, he was appointed President of the British Medical Association, and thus was in office when the extensive work took place to turn Bevan’s ideal into an effective Health Service – not an easy task, but one which he and the team that supported him achieved with great success. When Sir Hugh Lett, Bt [as he then was] died in 1964, his obituary included the following: “his wise statesmanship proved invaluable to the profession and the nation in preparing for the start of the National Health Service.”
I was impressed by the lovely display of spring flowers outside Vestry Cottage in mid-March. The many clusters of miniature daffodils worked really well with the multi-coloured polyanthus, thank you Anne, Colin and Sally.
A week of dry and at times, warm weather towards the end of March has allowed some outside gardening, as opposed to greenhouse and kitchen gardening. And with some time on our hands, the beds have never looked tidier at this time of year. I’ve been a bit too enthusiastic with some seed planting, as plants are now germinating which can’t go out for several weeks. The aim now will be to keep them light, cool and frost-free. The seeds sown so far are tomato, 3 types of lettuce, spring onion, courgette, chilli pepper, sweet peas, broad beans, mange tout, and butternut squash.
The perennials are showing, and one or two will be lifted and split in the next few days. The osmanthus, a slow growing evergreen shrub with a fragrant white flower in spring looked well this year. It’s at the top left of the photo. I’ve been out for a couple of walks along Besbury Bank looking for bumblebees as part of a survey being done by the Bumblebee Conservation Trust, and although I’ve seen plenty in the garden, none have been seen on the bee walks. We do try to grow plants which offer nectar and pollen all year round, so having taken out a choisya this year, the replacement may well be a mahonia, and the variety ‘soft caress’ looks interesting, as with no spines on the leaves, it will be easy to work around. The pulmonaria is loved by the bees in spring.
The day war broke out – the Second World War – I was three years old. I can’t claim to remember those dreadful words, ‘This country is at war with Germany’, but I can recall the atmosphere in the room as they were said. My grandfather was sitting smoking his pipe in his big reclining chair with its tweedy brown cushions. In fact, he always seemed to be brown and tweedy himself, except on Sundays when he wore a grey suit with a rose in his buttonhole. I suppose it couldn’t always have been a rose but there was certainly always a flower from the garden. He had a cunning silver device with a thimbleful of water in it, which clipped behind the buttonhole and was lovingly prepared by my grandmother.
On the shelf beside him stood the radio, an impressive wooden box with its circle of mesh and its array of large knobs, and beside that stood his pipe stand and all the paraphernalia necessary to the 1930’s smoker.
Difficult to believe, but I’ve found moss on my lawn, and from my bag of excuses, it’s down to the pond overflowing as a result of too much rain! There are two actions for control of moss in lawns: removal and prevention, but it’s worth considering the causes as it would be ideal if any action taken helps to prevent its’ recurrence, and I don’t mean filling in the pond.
From the RHS list of causes, we can dismiss acidic soil and drought-stressed grass, which leaves compaction, worn and sparse areas, shade, mowing too close, impoverished soil, poor maintenance and waterlogging.
I’ve been reading up the excellent community purchase of Box Woods and generally about the value of trees, or at least the various ways in which their benefits may be measured, generally reduced to a monetary value. The lowest value is the replacement, though not necessarily with a like-for-like. Next up is the value of the timber, which varies with type and quality, as well as quantity, but is readily priced. Assessment becomes more difficult when we look at the benefits in terms of flood prevention, reduced soil erosion, carbon capture and storage, pollution removal, traffic noise alleviation, wind barrier, wildlife harbour and amenity value. But if we look carefully at each item, and estimate for example, the annual cost of installing and maintaining a fence to reduce traffic noise, as opposed to planting and maintaining a hedge, it is possible to generate a total annual benefit value – and it is far higher than the value of the timber.
Writing an article about oneself seems a strange thing to do, and to be perfectly honest it is not something I am very comfortable with. But since I’ve been asked to do so on several occasions by more than one person, I feel I ought to comply.
So where to begin? My youngest daughter cheekily suggested this: ‘I was born in the olden days in the beautiful city of Coventry.’ Both statements are untrue. Sure, Coventry is where I spent my formative years, and where, on Easter Eve 1978, aged 14, I played the organ for my first church service. The church itself was like a lot of Coventry at that time: a rather brutal, brick-built edifice. It is no exaggeration to say that even then I wished for a more congenial setting, somewhere where there was a sense of the continuum of Christian worship.
As a teenager, I learned the cello and harpsichord and spent most of my waking hours dreaming about playing baroque music. After a classical education at school, I studied music at Oxford - where, it so happened, I first encountered a chap called Julian Elloway. (He bought a harpsichord from me in 1986 which he kept until very recently.)
Since leaving university I have done a number of things musically: taught the cello and piano, written a Ph D and other articles on Bach, founded and directed a baroque orchestra and, for more than thirty years, promoted professional concerts. I have played keyboard instruments for a number of orchestras including the BBC NOW, CBSO and Philharmonia, and broadcast on radio and television.
Cheltenham is where I live with my wife Rachel, and three ‘grown-up’ children: Lois (23) who is at Tübingen University, Germany; Henry (21) who is completing his degree in Maths at Oxford; and Sophie (16) who is doing her lGCSEs currently. My spare-time activities include wild camping, cooking, building and plastering, making musical instruments, brewing (and drinking) beer and oil painting.
What else is there to say? In the short time I have been playing at Minchinhampton I have found the church community wonderfully welcoming for which I am very grateful. It is an absolute delight to play the organ there. And, yes, the setting is more than congenial: it is the kind of place that I dreamed of back in the 1970s.
There are two sightings missing from the 2019 garden bird list shown. A great spotted woodpecker and a mistle thrush should have been included, so the total was 32 over the year. However, there were some notable absentees: song thrush, green woodpecker and fieldfare, which we usually see. The siskin and owl were new to the list, and others have been seen regularly, but frustratingly, haven’t landed in the garden. Also, the waxwing I dream about has yet to become a reality.
The mistle thrush was spotted eating mistletoe berries on one of the crab apple trees, but had gone before I could point my camera.
In the garden, snowdrops may be divided once the flowers have finished as these recover and spread quickly if planted in the green. Stroud potato day is on Saturday 1st February, so time to start chitting. If the soil is not too wet, prepare your vegetable beds, and sow tomato, chilli and pepper seeds in a propagator or indoors.
Prune wisteria, cut back deciduous grasses and remove dead grass from evergreen grasses. Sow sweet pea seeds in a cold frame and pot up lily bulbs, dahlia tubers and cannas. Root cuttings can still be taken from Verbascum, Acanthus and Phlox. I tried a garlic spray on the Verbascum last year which seemed to dissuade the mullein caterpillars from turning it into lace. I’ll try it again this year, and on the Solomon’s seal.
Remove the old leaves from Hellebores and clear the beds to allow the spring flowers to be seen to best effect.
A new interstellar object in the form of a comet was discovered in August last year by Gennady Borisov, a Ukrainian astronomer. This object is in a hyperbolic orbit which means it will not be captured by the sun’s gravity and will not return. The first interstellar object to be detected was an asteroid, Oumuamua, which visited the solar system in 2017.
I’ve been drawing up my list for Santa. At the top is a polite request for a big bag of excuses, each to be drawn at random as the need arises. The first one covers the lack of tidiness in the flowerbeds, which is ‘to help overwintering wildlife’, but I’m struggling to find a satisfactory one for not clearing the pond during the autumn – too wet?,…too deep?....
However, the apple trees and vines have been pruned, and the roses will be next. The old hellebore leaves will be removed to allow the early spring flowers to be seen, and the same applies to any clumps of epimedium, whose delicate flowers are often covered by the last seasons’ leaves.