pumpkin in a champagne bucket and he’s called Pumpkin Bob
blog 30 / November
This is the new pond area,
calm and interesting with a place to sit and look at the house, watch the ducks
play and contemplate our next project. Here I am with sister Mim catching up
and getting close. Mim and Dick get over to us as often as they can and it is
always great to have them here, to sit and chew the cud over family news and
share our plans and expectations.
Brother Billy took this
special effect picture of the pool and it makes me chuckle. I have always
thought the pool is a great big blue blot on the landscape, but, when the
weather is good, it is the best thing we have every done in the garden. Our
season here is so short and we do wonder if it is worth the effort, but this
year has been a bumper swimming year and we are very pleased we made that
effort
Then autumn sets in and the
leaves have fallen in the wood and it is time to deflate, roll up and enjoy the
garden vista without our blot in the way. Mike
spent a month checking the quality of the water until there was no trace
of chlorine and the ph was normal and then he spend days emptying the water into
the pond. We have done this before and are constantly entertained at the behaviour of the
ducks at the outlet, they sense this water is different and spend all their
time washing and preening. We were then rewarded with a bright sunny day at the
point of emptying the pool and the drying, wiping and folding up was done in a
morning and the pool area was back to winter mode without worry and weather
interruption.
This growing season has been
dominated with the pumpkin competition and finally it all came to fruition and
our day of reckoning came on Halloween. We all met at Shirley and Marks for the
judging and giving of prizes. A feast
was laid out on their kitchen counter and we all presented our harvest but I did
feel that Trevor, dressed in a blow up pumpkin was just pushing the boundaries of
the rules a little, but we forgave him, as he made us laugh and took the horticultural
edge off the event
I was delighted to have won
first prize for carved pumpkin that I called ‘pumpkin food chain’ because it
became a bit of an art form by the time I had finished it. I also won best in
show, so for me it was accolades all around and I did make a good speech
declaring that it is not the taking part
that counts , it’s the winning……….
and what a great time we had, 31st October with the sun out and
the wind warm in our faces, we could have guessed we were in the south of
France, but I was lead to believe it was not that good down there that day
The time has come to seriously
do some house care and the windows have haunted me in the middle of the night
for the past three years. I promised
myself that whilst I was working I would get a chap in, who does, and have all
the windows renovated and spruced up but in the upheaval of the job and the
inability to make any proper decisions about what needs to be done and what
doesn’t we missed the boat completely. Here we are now with our windows looking
very sad and on the verge of beyond repair. The thought of this immense job put Mike in a,
run for the hills mood, so we got a quote to have all the windows and doors
replaced and that came in at 14.000 Euros, so we then got a quote for a painter
to come and paint the outsides and that came in at a cool 4.000 Euro. We have
therefore picked up the gauntlet and made the spare room into workshop number
five and we are, together, going to paint, renovate the in and outsides of 11
windows, frames and two doors. We estimate
that we have 12 weeks work and that will take us to spring so this winter will
be done and dusted and our house will have a smart look for 2015
So if you were wondering what
we do with all that Pumpkin…Pie was tried and dismissed the carvings decorate
the front of the house and just add colour and then the hens are given a
harvest feast. I have left them two
large fruit open wide so they can climb in and enjoy.
And finally we must not forget
Mike’s entry in most unusual category. This is a floating pumpkin in a champagne
bucket and he’s called Pumpkin Bob………..
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