News From The Patch: Report Card June 09

For those of you who follow this blog regularly, you will have already read about the great ‘Strawberry Picking & Sticky Fingers’ incident but I thought it was time to update you on all of my little (and not-so-little) one’s progress in the Veggie Garden nirvana that is Windmill Rise. I am delighted to report great news on most fronts.

1. All salad leaves and herbs are thriving and supporting numerous weekend bbqs in partnership with organic tomatoes, peppers, cucumbers & celery from my local veg-box deliveries. Special mention goes to the four remaining pearl lettuces (is there a plural for the word ‘lettuce’?) that, in spite of an unpromising start, have managed to commandeer a small plot of soil next to the rocket/mizuna…well done chaps!

2. Tomatoes and courgettes are flowering and so we are eagerly awaiting the appearance of the fruit (which, based on the strawberry ‘lifecycle’ I have seen, should follow soon). Also, all tomato plants have grown taller than their stakes and I am debating whether to leave well enough alone or venture in with loftier support structures…hmmm a tough call…

The dwarf french beans have…well, little dwarf french bean flowers budding! This is quite exciting given that these were off to a slower start than the others in the class. Slow and steady eh kids?

3. And the strawbs – my lovely strawbs – have been unphased by earlier nefarious activities and, exhibiting true British ‘stiff upper lip’, are continuing to fruit, fruit, fruit. I have already picked another two ripe-and-‘reddy’s (geddit?) and am monitoring the dozens of green ones daily to ensure that I nip any future strawberry poaching in the bud!

Unfortunately, this has been a challenging period for my champion runner beans. They may have run ‘wildly’ up the bamboo frame to begin with but in the last week, the poor little blighters have been hit hard by an attack of both green fly and black fly. Spraying seems to have brought the infestation to a halt so I will take extra care to monitor them in the next little while and hopefully we will have better news from these guys next time. Snails are also finding selected pots quite homely (who knows why the fussy buggars choose only one of the dwarf french bean pots and not the other) and, much to my chagrin, I have resorted to laying snail & slug pellets…

Anyhow, that’s all from the patch this month…I hope such promising progress continues unabated and that next report finds me with more little successes to report!

Finding the words…

Since I began this blog, the highs I have shared have been punctuated with a few lows, both my own and those of people close to me…and with news of two further burglaries and one impending ‘passing away’ in the last 4 days, I feel quite lost for words…but, in flicking through a magazine yesterday, I did find the following quote…take what you will from it but it moved me, and I wanted to share it…

“Every one of us is called upon, probably many times, to start a new life.
A frightening diagnosis, a marriage, a move, loss of a job…
And onward full tilt we go, pitched and wrecked and absurdly resolute, driven in spite of everything to make good on a new shore.
To be hopeful, to embrace one possibility after another – that is surely the basic instinct…
Crying out: High tide!
Time to move out into the glorious debris.
Time to take this life for what it is”
Barbara Kingsolver, from High Tide in Tucson

All Hail Valley Girl…

As most of you know, I am quite new to blogging having only really taken it up in earnest from March this year. One of the things that always fascinated me was how people find each others blogs and comment – I follow about half a dozen blogs at the moment (which I have discovered though all sorts of means) and I have always wondered what it would be like to have people comment on my blog. Blogger ‘pundits’ have always said that it takes a while and you just have to keep sending your stuff ‘out there’ (whilst figuratively patting me on the head like I am a small, impatient child)…

But today it happened to me!

Imagine my joy to login in this morning and find a Comment Moderation email. With great excitement, I clicked on ‘YES’ to publish and I am pleased to announce that my first Gidday From The UK comment has appeared!

All Hail Valley Girl!

Strawberry Fields & Sticky Fingers

So I am here wondering what to write about today…deliberating over a review of the Star Trek movie I saw last night or the AMAZING chocolate-caramel cheesecake at Frankie & Benny’s afterwards (will these hips EVER be thin???) Or perhaps a vent about the non-collection of my recycling AGAIN. Maybe a little pre-sojourn into my busy week ahead…

But it’s all being eclipsed by one thing…

SOMEONE STOLE MY STRAWBERRY!

Not just any strawberry either. My very first one to go all red and be ripe for picking…how bloody rude!

I’ve been monitoring the progress of two particular strawbs, waiting for the perfect moment for picking them so that J and I could share the sweet taste of [strawberry] success together. It was all planned for the weekend…and when I went out to pick them, this one was gone.

Crushed (not unlike a strawberry daiquiri – at least when you’ve finished and you are trying to suck more from the dregs at the bottom of the glass), I plucked the remaining one from the bush and took it inside, cut it in half and sadly offered to share it…strawberry scrumptiousness indeed!

I have been thinking about the likely culprits – who do you think got their sticky ‘paws’ all over my strawbs? Could it be the neighbour two doors down, outwardly supportive of my gardening exploits but with a deeper desire to poach the fruit of my labours? What about the local wildlife – maybe it was an ambush conducted under cover of night by Bob the badger (J tells me he’s been seen lurking in the area) or a raid by a posse of Windmill Rise squirrels or one of those well-bred, well-fed, Kingston foxes, breaking cover from their usual stomping ground amongst the bin sheds.

But someone in particular has been looking rather pleased with himself of late and I’m beginning to suspect that maybe the culprit is closer to home…

So what’s this all about Alfie?

Everyday YAYs…

It’s been an interesting few days for me with plenty of new conversations to have around my next opportunity (you know, the one where I’m not a lady of leisure any more?) I also wore my fabulous new fuschia jacket for the first time this week (a bargain Florence and Fred find) and got lots of great comments on it…and tried another new hairdresser (despite initial raptures, the last cut turned out to be far too unmanageable to look always-fabulous) which has gone much better. So a good week for me all round…

But is there something in the air…a weird moon or something? Because things in my friends’ worlds have not been so great. Discovering news of one’s ectopic pregnancy yesterday and then finding out this morning that another had been burgled earlier this week while she, hubby and kids were asleep was just…shocking. I can’t think of any other word to describe how I felt. I mean in a logical sense, I know that crap stuff happens to good people and all that but these terrible things happening to these wonderful strong women friends of mine just seemed so out of the blue and almost too much to ask anyone to deal with – one with a betrayal of her body and the other, a violation of her home.

You might think that this makes my ‘good news’ week seem trivial in comparison. But it made me think how important it is to pay attention to all the great little moments in life – a bit like eating a really juicy slice of watermelon, savouring each bite and letting the juice run down your chin – so that when things are ‘out of season’ the wonderful snatches of everyday are the things that get us through. So this is me sending out some of my everyday ‘YAY!s’ into the world and hoping it gets us all through…

A Windy City…

They are building the world’s largest offshore windfarm…in the Thames Estuary off the Kent coast…and all I have to say is

YAY!

Okay well maybe I have a bit more to say. I have been an advocate of alternative energy production methods for a little while now – actually since I attended a talk at The Melbourne Writers Festival about 8 years ago that revealed that solar panels on the roof of the Victoria Market generated energy equivalent to powering a number of the surrounding suburbs…and ‘Joe Public’ seemed to know nothing about it! Whilst some reports of late seem to claim that the UK has an abundance of fossil fuel which could continue to support current methods of energy generation, it’s not renewable and it will run out – maybe not in our time but certainly at some time.

Anyway, I am really thrilled to hear about this project – and Friends of the Earth say that it could be generating power in time for the 2012 Olympics. Now that’s a result that will no doubt fuel a few Olympic-sized PR dreams…

And there’s News from the Patch: The strawbs are almost ready for picking – a couple are almost all red and I can’t wait to actually taste one that I have grown…stay tuned for some ‘summerberry’ snaps soon…

Diversity for the Queen…

Britain’s Got Talent – so they claim – but with all the fuss in the press about songstress Susan Boyle, I’d kind of gone off it all…until I heard that dance act Diversity took line honours in last night’s Final. The prize (for those of you who don’t know) is that they get to perform at the Royal Variety Performance 2009…oh and they also get £100,000. Nice!!!

I love great dancing and it was with chills up my spine that I watched Diversity’s Finals performance on Britain’s Got Talent on youtube this morning – amazing, amazing, amazing! The choreography alone left me speechless enough (what an awesome future, Ashley Banjo has…and he’s studying physics???) but the execution by the guys was just extraordinary and it made me smile and go ‘wow!’ in alternate breaths and I felt thrilled and disappointed (in an ‘I just want to see more’ way) when it was over. So I went back to see their other BGT performances:

First Audition:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MPcGy77Gru8&feature=related
The Semis:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5pg3fvanDDc&feature=related
The Final:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KJIz8BgRQc0

What a showcase! And what worthy, worthy winners…Britain really does have talent!

Angels & Demons…

After being a bit disappointed by the movie version of The Da Vinci Code (particularly after loving the book) it was with a mixture of excitement and apprehension that I entered the darkened cinema on Sunday to see Angels & Demons – the book that came first and the story I loved best. And I am pleased to say that, despite some slight script tampering to pretend that The Da Vinci Code story came first, Ron Howard did a fantastic job. A great race against time with that amazing twist right at the end, we ran all over Rome with Robert Langdon, reading the symbols and absorbed in the ‘legend’ of the Illuminati right to the end. So exhausted were we from our thrilling adventure that afterwards, we decided to refresh ourselves Italian-style – at Pizza Express. Buona salute!!
To see the trailer itself, just click on the blog post title

Revisiting my Youth…

I spent last evening revisiting my teenage years – surrounded by thirty 16 year olds at a bqq/costume birthday party for J’s daughter. Wow, let me tell you there’s nothing like it for reminding one’s childless self (again and again…about 30 over!) that one is actually old enough to have children of this age!
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I have known J’s kids since we first met (before J & I discovered that we might like to be ‘an item’) and it has been quite an extraordinary thing to be part of their lives and watch them growing up into two fantastic human beings. I would never profess to feel about them like their Mum & Dad (I can hear all of you parents out there affirming that this is something so unique and special). But I can confirm that an extraordinary connection can develop out of learning about each other and working together (of sorts!) to understand how this new ‘friendship’ in the emotional maelstrom of parents’ being separated can really work…
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Anyway I was chuffed to be invited last night (albeit a bit last minute due to J not checking his text messages!) and it all went well – A’s friends are great, there were no melees or emotional outpourings to contend with and the house still standing. Would I be 16 again? No…but what fun it was to be amongst these bright young things with their lives all before them…and what great memories it brought back for me.

Queensberry Rules…Are The Gloves Coming Off?

In a couple of recent email exchanges with my step-mum, we have been bemoaning how little change for good people in organisations seem to be able to achieve. We are both full of examples in politics, business, religion and community groups (there’s my residents association sitting right on my doorstep!) where passion and a willingness to put oneself on the line, instead of sitting around whingeing, appears to get squashed under a mantle of esoteric waffle. In fact, in watching those around absolve themselves of the responsibility to achieve anything with great alacrity and frequency, one’s energy seems to become more absorbed in deciding whether to throw oneself on one’s sword for the cause or adopt a pragmatic ‘hands in the air’ retreat.

I attended the launch of a white paper yesterday on the future of my profession and was dismayed at the lack of ‘way forward’ that the professional body, of which I am a member, was standing for. The big multi-nationals are used time and again to show examples of where good practice delivers results – but not everyone works for a multi-national or for that matter a SME (small-medium enterprise) so that leaves a rather significant group in the middle ground…those who haven’t been made redundant, that is…whose needs are not being served.

I have always been one for sticking my ‘money’ (so to speak) where my mouth is so I’ve recently become the Treasurer for one of the Institute’s new Member Interest Groups and am determined to champion a more pragmatic approach (to the IG) as part of this. But will sticking my chin out again just result in it being an easy target for the ‘right hook’ of esoteric waffle and the ‘upper cut’ comfortable apathy? Only time will tell…