and time passed since my last entry, testament to how busy things have been and how much has happened in between: the summer has gone and returned, all the blackcurrants have been harvested, the raspberries are thoroughly weeded in preparation for thier big ripening through late summer and early autumn, the shepel has been anointed with its first coat of wood preserver for the year, and recipe experiments in the winery continue late into the night, my thickening moonshine beard dripping with fruity booze.
The blackcurants were weeks early this year and the raspberries look like following suit. A lot of fruit has set and increasing numbers are ripening. I try to schedule a holiday between the end of the currants and beginning of the rasps but Mother Nature doesn't always respect my A/L entitlement.
I can't complain however when such miracles are wrought as the recovery of these raspberry transplants that looked so mis in May.
The other bonus is that there are not quite enough ripe ones yet to make me feel I should pick them commercially, so they must all be eaten! Like the camel herder who drinks nothing but his animals' milk and claims superhuman strength from it, apart from my Oatabix in the morning I ate nothing but rasps the whole of yesterday, bedouin chanting down the lanes as I filled my mouth with them.
Remember the wild plum tree's blossom.
The Massey and me have also been a mowing -
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