Nasturtiums

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.

Goodnight!

Nasturtiums

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.

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Plotting for the Future

Open Studios, Open Squares, Open Gardens. It’s all been happening this weekend. I didn’t manage any squares, but Friday night kicked off with a visit, minus camera, to some local artists studios. I went to look, not to buy and took just £5 with me. The plan was to spend an hour or so there and then come home. It was a gorgeous evening. People were sitting in the sunshine enjoying food and drink. Children were running about. The dog friendly café had some happy tails wagging under tables. Despite meeting a friend and having a longish chat, I kept to schedule. I just didn’t visit as many of the studios as I had intended. I deliberately didn’t visit my favourite ceramiscist until today. She always has seconds for sale on Friday night and I knew I might cave in and buy something I really and truly don’t need. I went there this morning instead. The day has been dull and chilly. Maybe that discouraged people from attending, because it was quite quiet.

Clements Yards

Clements Yards

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