New garden Pictures as of 241010

Here are the new pictures of my garden as of now....They are so different, showing that basically when winter arrives there is a great gulf of brown, where green was... There is no flowers emerging or new ones arriving from the courgette plant...because the courgette plant wilted and died. There is no possibility of seeing any more beetroots on the plot below....There is only hope that the fruit trees - blackcurrant ones - or rather bushes will appear and they will be some source of amusement. I hope to continue on the my chanting and hope that those trees grow larger and larger with time.
I managed to salvage the compost that came in the packing that was green, it was a mulchy kind, with some sort of hay and other ingredients in its interesting compost state. I was aware I had broken the stalk of the one closest to the front of the garden.

 Here are is a really interesting look Courgette, just a little bigger than the previous one I had got. I still seem to have some courgette remains in a bowl in my fridge alongside some beetroots of various sizes, that is the beauty of gardening on one's own. The size of the veg (sounding slightly cheesy saying Veg as an abbreviation of vegetables) is not of a common size that is considered the size acceptable that has to be in accordance with some law that they use with supermarkets. I am so glad to eat my own, am so glad the Vegetables had four times the earthiness in them than the supermarket kind, which makes you wonder, why the don't like it being pungent, when they do care of pungency when it comes to strengthening other things that are to do with sugar content, such as cocoa, or anything that has a sweet taste in shops. I thought stupidly that I was tasting something odd to begin with, however I still am living now, so obviously the taste is just a taste of something pure and wholesome, wholesome for 'ze hearty' heart.

 Here is a look of the end of the Courgette plant, it lays there like a spider that has been crumpled by something stamping on it, or somehow through an accident the spider has befallen the treachery that caused this mess. However whatever the case, the look of it is a consideration of life and how the plant suffers in different ways according to the harsh conditions, which however strong the plant may be, still suffers in some splendid graceful way, with different shapes being shown and different colours exuded, and different symptoms. In this case the courgette plant lost its vibrancy, it lost the solid trunk like shaft, that bent over and the ooze of the Xylem tubes within the shafts were oozing their liquid. It was interesting to see that some Courgettes could have been overlooked, if I had done that, I would have missed the most amazing one my mums partner found. It was surely one of the greatest finds I had ever seen, even when the bugs were also delighted and had 'snorggled' their way in to feasting a little too.

Here it shows the courgette has an usual shape that deviates as it perhaps hit the ground, or that some particular obstruction was too strong for it to appear of a courgette standard, much to the similar kind of shops standards, but hey I do not care for that, it was scrum-diddly-dumptious. Yeeha!

 Here are the bushes as they appear at nighttime after I had been working on them that day, it was then 8pm, when I took these shots, however the shots were helped with some lighting from my headtorch. I do believe it gives off an air that is somehow of being on the hillside, a mysterious air.

 Here is the plot where the beetroots used to be growing. They are now all dug out and the remains of the beetroot stalks and courgette stalks was all dumped right at the back where there was much space to place them were all insects will have a feast, a feast that will be too delightful for words for them. Good, good, I hope they enjoy it. Death is as much a part of life as Life itself, still let us not consider either too much and also consider the vibrancy of joy that enlivens us also. Why not consider it all....

 Here is the spinach plant that remains hardy, it is the perpetual spinach, which I could plant more of and I believe that is something I will do after chanting today, in the morning at around 9:30am. I am considering a number of things to do today, it is one of those days not quite for gardening however, with drizzle coming down in torrents, so in some way, the mind adjusts itself to recovering joy in being able to be drenched, in an onslaught of showers, which cleanse the soul, refresh the body of toxins and just allows one peace in one way....Peace if one does not concern oneself with battling life all the time, just allowing it to come to you, life and the earth moulds the being, the being battles it, nonetheless...

 During the day the plot does seem bare, so I do hope that somehow the fruit bushes come in 3 months in some way as to showing that they are growing leaves and are maybe 15 cms high or something who knows, to what extent they may grow... It is an interesting process the introduction of new plants to the newly dug over plot.... It makes one curious as to what life will being doing, how it will be affecting the place and perhaps the earth will be pleased that I have made it fallow yet again, I therefore having the ability for this, although it is not possible in the case of the farmer, as the farmer makes a living out of it. Im sure if they had their way, they would make allowance for this of course. But of course productivity and peoples greed to eat as much as they want, not to mention the most important factor population increasing exponentially, is most likely the greatest of these factors that make the two others almost less likely to be noticed. If these 3 niggle one, it most likely turns to dosh, that the farmer cares most about. That is quite acceptable. It must be a feeling growing great acres of plot with the knowledge that if things pan out well, you get a great reward, that is sometimes a reminder quite often, no doubt, of something that makes the shine of the goldbar of wealth they get from it, so much more appealing, the being a bank manager, or a person whose life, is spent in some way offering something that is not evident, practically presented for the eye to see, witness and respect for its true raw state of greatness for all to see.

 Here are the fruit bushes, of which I also wanted to plant fruit trees, however I found that only Blackcurrant bushes were available to me so that is what I was concerned with planting. As I decided on Blackcurrant bushes I realised my salivary glands were pumping in my mouth, feeling the delicious sensation I would have after munching and crunching through Blackcurrant pie, that has that deep voluptuous taste to it, the taste of something that has a full and round flavour, it sounds almost as if I was starting to consider a wine there. Or to be like one of those 'affected' wine connoisseurs who taste and savour wine, whilst swilling it in their mouth around their cheeks, almost seemingly looking like a 'whilst' pig (sorry a joke that me and my friend have regards pigs being called that due to the shrill sound one might use in saying it, caused my erring in saying 'Whilst' in a way which mis pronounces the i in it) by puffing ones cheeks out as one allows the wine to act like a tsunami against the inside of ones cheek, and it plummeting into the tongues taster parts.

 I had to take some pictures of my fuchsias as I realised when they are in their youngish state they seem to be drooping the flowers, they lose their redness, they become piniker, their sepals get an orange and brownish affected look of partial death, before they render themselves completely at 'the end of their tether' and go to the ground with grace and gratitude. Or rather just die, and rot. Again a wonderous sight to see them grow and feel quite solid, in the time they were that way, to seeing them in their wintery state, after summer entered autumn and autumn became winter.

Here is the Perpetual spinach, much better seen during the day time, it is obviously needing to be picked and their needs also to be more planted now, as their might be time to see some more growth in the month ahead, if in one month, there is substantial growth to consider there being any use for creamed spinach with my proper blender only properly found when questioning 'what lay behind the sponges' one day, and the answer to my riddle, the blender, not the blender that blends in a container, the blender that has a better ability to blend soups and make usefulness when moving it wherever one pleases. I hope that it is still going to be a great deal of use when making countless creamed spinach meals, with eggs and potatoes. That is going to be a delightful to eat a lot of.