Celia is considering a new online name, though for the life of me I can’t recall what she was suggesting when I saw her two days ago at a fabulous lecture at the Museum of London on the finds by the Walbrook. If it ends up being Pompeii, we’ll know the lecture had quite an impact.
I don’t think it had anything to do with allotments, but last week she was very keen I should photograph the nasturtiums growing at the back of Octavia’s plot.
It’s only looking at the photos that it strikes me how the predominant colour is orange. My own nasturtiums have been predominantly yellow. Why is that? I have grown them beside the tomatoes and peppers to distract the aphids, and some stems are covered in black fly.
I first grew nasturtiums seven floors up. Aphids weren’t a problem. Are they afraid of heights? Anyway, that summer I ate a lot of nasturtiums. The flowers have a delicate flavour, but if you can be patient and wait for them to form a seed, they are yummy; a peppery flavour that made me turn my back on capers.
Naturally, I didn’t only photograph nasturtiums, but it’s late; I need to fetch MasterB indoors, fend off Cookie’s attempts to turn the flat into a ménage à trois, and get to bed. By the way, have you been loving the programmes about cat watching on the BBC as I have? I have learned so much.