Its going to be a quick pit stop today, as it has been a crazy week. I've been wearing more hats than, than.....someone who wears lots of hats!
But fear not my little Elflings for I bring you offerings of edible sunshine on this eve of weekends.
I came home yesterday after a hard days toil to find nothing but tumbleweed in the cupboards and a rather emaciated pantry. My tummy was rumbling and I began to fear the worst. I'd probably be found in the morning lying on the kitchen floor clasping a crispbread to my chest. In the middle of my drama I had an epiphany and remembered that there was actually food in the garden.
I rushed barefoot out across the crispy fried lawn and fell to my knees in front of rows of tomato plants festooned with clusters of delicious rubescent baubles. Raising my arms aloft to the skies, I gave thanks to Gaia (and to Hercules for watering and weeding) for I would be but a withering waif if I had not been granted such gracious gifts. Oh what a tomatoey (!) feast we had.
In fact the tomatoes are pretty much all that is left this year. The blessed slugs and snails have been having a field day this summer, storming through the garden, decimating every luscious edible leaf I had planted. Rows of Courgettes, pumpkins, marrows and lettuces disappeared overnight, even radish tops were chomped and scalped.
So I rolled up my sleeves and stepped up my game. I bought beer by the barrel load and set up booze traps all over the garden. I even sent Hercules out in his Batman pyjamas to do night sentry duties, checking under each and every leaf.
We seem to have reduced the mollusc populous to a minimal and with my Buddhist neighbour Katie, also on duty (who eradicates all her snails betwixt two bricks, whilst chanting that they return to the earth in the form of something less gooey), we seem to have it under control.
Look at that a whole post from nothing more than a bowl of toms.
As you were Elflings.