I don’t usually begin to compose a post until I have processed, and posted to Flikr, the day’s image. I currently haven’t even looked at yesterday’s shots, let alone processed, them. Nor have I touched my camera today. However, I have such a busy week ahead that I decided to take the opportunity to write this while I can, especially as I have plans to broaden the subject spectrum a little.
I named this blog Palimpsest because I was trying to work out how to radically alter my life at the time of its conception, and I liked the image of writing over it. I made several woeful posts (now deleted) over the course of a few months before it lapsed. It remained dormant until, shortly after the radical alteration was effected, I decided to clean it up and start again. So far all the posts have been about my 365 endeavours because that was my only public worthy activity, but now I have an allotment, and spring is coming so things are getting exciting. Also, as I’m pretty new to this food growing thing, it would be nice to get into some kind of conversation about how to go about it. From now on, then, there will two aspects to this blog: photography, and allotmenteering. Given my love of food, and my tendency to photograph it, I don’t think the two are mutually exclusive. However, although today I’ll combine the two, after this I’ll try to keep them to separate posts.
365 first: day 65: not much to be said about this apart from it was taken with my phone late in the day.
Point of No Return (65).
Day 66: more food. I try to make the first thing I eat each day reasonably healthy:
You’ll Feel Better Once You’ve Eaten Something (66).
this is toasted oats, pumpkin and sunflower seeds, a small, chopped banana, and a little yogurt which I’ve flavoured with vanilla extract and a sprinkling of sugar. As you can see, it was a working breakfast. My journal is the place I dump the contents of my mind every morning. It’s a kind of safe place to play, explore, and learn, and I’ve now been asked to run a workshop on journalling for a local literary organisation. Thus I was exploring the act of journalling by doing it.
Day 67: We went to an environment fair in Dumfries, and as the Mr was talking to a chap about river management I found myself staring into a tank:
Salmon Baby (67).
I love the red spots on this tiny salmon, not to mention its enormous eye.
I took the allotment on in September last year. Here I am at the site on the day I signed the lease:
Grower to Be.
Since then I’ve weeded it, dumped half a ton of manure on it, and weeded it again (last week). All the while I’ve been thinking about what to grow.
Today I ordered some seeds of:
radish (black Spanish round); shallots (Longor & Red Sun); cucumber (Crystal Lemon, which is round and pale); broad beans (Imperial Green Longpod & Karmazyn); kale (Nero di Toscana); beetroot/beet-leaf (Bulls Blood); a variety pack of courgettes, and potatoes (Casablanca, which is an early; Charlotte, a second early, and Pentland Crown, a main crop).
Tomorrow I have to go to Dumfries again, this time for work, so hope to visit a garden centre and pick up some more seeds there. As well as food I’d like to grow flowers for the house, one of the few things I miss from my old life, and can no longer afford to buy. With a great deal of luck and, no doubt, some hard work, I hope to be able to strike vegetables off our shopping list.