Our poor old cherry tree is dying. It was a sad conversation to have had this week but there is no denying that it is on its last legs and almost certainly in its last year. Judging by the size of the girth, the tree has lived for several decades and given the abuse it has obviously suffered in the past from horrendous pruning, it’s done well to survive so long; the abundant crop of fruit we had a couple of years ago is typical of a cherry tree’s last fling and so it seems it is coming naturally to the end of life. It’s a shame because the other cherry trees we have are all much younger and less productive but hopefully they will step up to the mark now, especially as we are nurturing them as much as we can. As if by way of a poignant reminder that in death there is life (the compost heap is my favourite example of this), what a wonderful surprise to discover that deep in a hollow branch, a red squirrel had secretly made a nest and given birth to four kittens!
On Saturday morning, I was doing my usual trek up and down the Plant Trail as quickly as I could before leaving for a shift in the charity shop; I was taking the most direct route (tiptoeing past the song thrush who is still sitting on that ridiculous nest) and on the fourth pass, a movement in the cherry tree caught my eye and stopped me in my tracks. There were four tiny squirrels swinging about in the branches like the natural arboreal acrobats they are, with not a care in the world. I shuffled quietly backwards, heavy tray of plants still in hand, to call Roger who came armed with the camera and managed to take some lovely shots. They had no fear of us whatsoever so we were able to stand and watch them at close quarters ~ it was difficult to tear myself away.
The new bench seat was the perfect spot to sit quietly and watch them, so astonishing in their tiny perfection, so entertaining in their energetic antics. They are most certainly off the top of the cuteness scale which is a good thing since they have demolished what scant blossom and leaf buds were on the tree; mama squirrel obviously knew what she was doing, providing them with an in-house larder! Within a couple of days they were down at ground level, exploring the garden and putting the nesting birds on alert, and in no time at all they will be gone, off to make their own way in the wide and dangerous world. The annual mortality rate for red squirrels in France is around 50% with the first year of life being the most hazardous, but the survivors stand a chance of living to twelve years old. I’m wondering if there might be a second brood later in the year, especially as this one was so early, and glimpses of an adult squirrel around the nestbox this week suggest the possibility of more kittens sooner rather than later. To be able to spend time at close quarters with such beautiful creatures is an absolute privilege and one I shall never take for granted.
Another privilege this week was the chance to walk to the Mont des Avaloirs (aka the Everest of the West), the highest point of land for hundreds of kilometres in every direction. This is the steepest walk I’ve done in 22 months and is the sort of thing I need to be doing regularly if I’m going to manage a bit of hiking in the Pyrenees this summer. One of the main attractions of the walk at this time of year is the abundance of wildflowers in the verges, they are absolutely stunning both in their diversity and beauty and definitely not to be missed. I know I moan and grumble about some of the destructive practices that go on locally but still, despite everything, nature in all its glory is hanging on in there. What I did find stunning (in the wrong way) is that some folks had taken a mower to the verges stretching either side of their property and cut all the flowers off! This perception of ‘tidy’ drives me insane; I know we’re all different but I will never understand why someone would choose a strip of mown sterile grass to a blaze of native blooms buzzing with insect life and full of the scent of spring. Truly, there’s nowt so queer as folk.
Back at home, the Plant Trail seems trickier every day; the plants are becoming heavier and more numerous as I continue to prick out the next wave of tender seedlings so that my trips between house and tunnel take ever longer (admittedly, not helped by the need to stop and watch squirrel babies). The tunnel is bursting and I’m struggling to find room for everything so I have buckets and trays strewn all down the path and pots crammed into any available space in order that everything can enjoy some sunbathing time. Like the cherry tree, I think the potting bench is on its last legs; well, actually, the trestle legs are fine but the old door sitting on them to make the bench is cracking and threatening to fall to pieces. I live in dread of it collapsing under the weight of everything, the ensuing chaos doesn’t bear thinking about. I must confess, there have been evenings when I’ve been tempted just to leave everything in the tunnel overnight but then I remind myself how furious I would be to lose food plants through sheer laziness, especially when we wake to this in the morning . . .
It’s highly unlikely to freeze in the tunnel at this time of year but being in a frost pocket, the temperature can still dip low enough to do some damage so I’ve been covering the potato foliage as well as basil, zinnia and morning glory plants as none of them appreciate the cold. Anything tender would certainly perish outside although I have started hardening the courgettes and cucumbers off during the day ~ with the wind in the north, the south side of the tunnel is well-sheltered ~ and as the temperature is set to climb towards the weekend with no further sign of frost, I’m hoping to finally get some plants in the ground. The cucumbers have tendrils and are trying to climb up each other and the courgettes are threatening flowers so they really, really need to come out of their pots. One thing I have noticed this year is how healthy everything is looking even after spending several weeks in the same container and I think this is down to having made my own potting mix this year; it’s less free-draining than commercial compost so I’m having to be careful not to over-water but there is obviously plenty of nutrition in the mix. Definitely one to repeat next year.
The (only) good thing about a frost at this time of year is that it melts very rapidly and after so many gloomy months, it’s been lovely to enjoy some sunshine again, even though the wind has been bitterly cold. We’ve been able to get a fair bit done outside especially now the ground is drying and it feels like we’re pretty much ready for the planting season to begin. I’ve been lifting perennial weeds and mulching round plants and any beds that aren’t earmarked for direct sowing (I need the soil to warm up quickly there so will only mulch once we have visible seedlings), also scattering compost wherever I feel a little extra nourishment is required. There are inevitably a few failures in the gardening year and it’s the experimental Styrian oil pumpkins that take the prize for being the earliest, the seeds rotting rather than germinating despite being sown under the same conditions as the squash which are romping away. It’s a tad disappointing but also a blessing in disguise as now I can use the planting mound we’d created for them to house the Asturian squash which will free up a Hügel bed for courgettes, in turn leaving more planting space elsewhere. I am quietly relieved because I’ve been fretting about not having enough space and Roger has been sheet mulching yet another bed extension this week to create more room for plants.
Enjoyable though it’s been to be so busy outside, on many days it’s been a case of in spite of rather than because of the weather, the bitter wind in particular making things miserable. On one such afternoon, I decided to down tools and sow some tomato seeds instead; we leave this task as late as possible in order to avoid or, at the very least, mitigate against the perennial problem of blight but it still feels slightly odd not to be surrounded by tomato plants at this time of year. I saved a fair amount of seeds from last season and I haven’t bought anything new but still I managed to find nine different varieties to sow. Mmm, that’s quite a pile. I then remembered the gift of tomato seeds I’d been sent by an inspiring gardening friend several months ago: I’d chosen three blight-resistant strains from her list but she sent me nine different varieties which is typical of both her generosity and enthusiasm for growing food. In these circumstances I always feel it would be rude not to grow the seed so that makes eighteen types of tomato now (potentially, anyway, as some might not germinate). No wonder I’m in a panic over space! I haven’t broken the news to Roger yet, nor the fact that I have six courgette plants where two would suffice, 36 peppers, 20 aubergines, 15 melons and more cucumbers than I can shake a stick at . . . but I console myself with the fact that if we are snowed under with plants or produce, I can always take the surplus to the charity shop. Sounds like a plausible defence to me. 😉
With the tomatoes sown, next on the list are the beans and I’m feeling a tiny bit excited about that given my personal quest this year. To recap very briefly: having been unable to register for the ‘Share the Bean’ European citizen science project because I don’t have a smartphone, I have decided to carry out my own little bean-growing project while at the same time, trying to encourage others to grow, save and share seeds with someone else this year. In this way, I’m hoping to spread the gardening love plus help to preserve and extend seed diversity and inspire others to explore the growing possibilities in their location. I have ten different varieties of bean to grow, four of which are climbers so putting up their poles in readiness is a job to be tackled fairly soon. My plan is to keep a record of their progress in a simple spreadsheet and take lots of photos, of course. I don’t want to get hung up too much on data but it will be interesting to compare growth and yield under whatever weather conditions this summer decides to throw at us and I’m hoping to have plenty of beans to dry and share with others who fancy a go with them next year. I might just have a few tomato seeds to give away, too. 😂 One of the gift tomato seeds I have sown is a Danish micro dwarf variety called ‘Lille Lise’ which comes with a rather lovely story attached: the gentleman who developed the strain has specified that the seed must never be sold but only given as gifts throughout the world. Now there is a man after my own heart!
Despite the dodgy weather, there has been much to celebrate in the garden this week. The asparagus is not remotely bothered by frost and we are eating it daily, along with the first new potatoes and peas from the tunnel which are always such a treat. The whole patch is teeming with life and it’s been wonderful to sit having a tea break and watch bees busy in the strawberry and currant flowers, swallows swooping through the potager at eye level, goldfinches bathing in the pond where the first gauzy damsel flies have appeared this week, parent blue tits in and out of nestboxes with beaks full of tiny caterpillars (how hard they work to raise their broods), pied wagtails bobbing across the mown grass and an unashamedly cheeky robin sitting on my bucket and weeding fork wherever I’ve been working. The apple blossom is racing out and its heady perfume fills the air along with the likes of clematis, lilac and laburnum whilst along the hedgerows, the soft snow of hawthorn blossom is appearing in sweeping drifts.
I’m particularly thrilled with the wildflowers we have on the patch now, the numbers and diversity increasing with each year; true ,we don’t have the bluebells, orchids and cowslips like the verges but there are plenty of other simple beauties to delight both us and the resident insects.
It is without doubt a time of flowers and I’m determined to enjoy their transient beauty as much as possible, whatever the weather is up to. After all, in the blink of an eye it will be tomato time and then the gardening fun will really start! 😉