Cutting plastic waste
It is interesting how many different ways you can find to NOT to buy supermarket plastic and cellophane. The tomatoes on the right of the picture I bought at Waitrose and put them in a paper mushroom bag. Today I bought very large Portobello mushroom, but there was no mushroom bag, so I simply stuck the sticky label on the mushroom and put it in my basket.
I now buy all my bread – not from a supermarket- but from our local bakers, Jaspers. I know we are very lucky to have one in Newport.
If I buy bread sliced, it will always be in a plastic bag- obviously to keep it all together. If, however, I buy it unsliced, it comes in the traditional tissue paper ( see below). Result!
I have decided that I shall not use the little cartons of milk and soya milk again, and will rely on an old fashioned milk jug for my B & Brs bedroom! Also the same with plastic coffee sachets. I shall rely on a jar of coffee. I just need to use up stocks first. Tea is no problem, these can always go in a small tea caddy on the tray.
The garden pond
has taken a hit. All of the frog spawn has not resulted in a single tadpole. There are lots of frogs in there, but no tadpoles.
Can you see them – eyes just popping out of the weed, and marsh marigold to the left?
Well they laid lots of frog spawn, but I haven’t seen a single tadpole. I think my sister may have some. So will go to her pond, which is in a nice protected valley, and get some.
Our garden faces the east and the area to the east is all very flat. This is the reason for the fact that Harper Adams Agricultural College nearby recorded the lowest ever temperature recorded in England in 1982. I remember it well. Our eldest, Douglas, was just a baby, and we would think that he would imagine that he had been born in a world of white, since the frost and snow went on pretty much from December ’81 to February ’82
Here is Bill Burrell who recorded that temperature in Jam 1982 of -26.1° centigrade at Harper Adams College, Edgmond.
Another plant that has died is my large pale pink fuchsia. I never particularly liked it. The people from whom we bought the house planted it. It was always a bit insipid. About 10 years ago I took a spade and wood saw and tried to it to get rid of it, however, a tiny shoot came back. So I decided to give it a second chance, and it developed into a really nice shrub. However it is really dead now – or is it? Mike is dying to be given the chance to chop it down.
At this time of the year my visitors can have rhubarb from the garden. There is nothing better than some slightly tart stewed rhubarb with dairy or soya milk yoghurt. Yummy!
Well lots going on in the garden but have B & B visitors expected so busy, busy, busy.
Enjoy the lovely weather!