Apparently we have had the coldest Spring in 50 years. On Monday I got up early to catch the ferry and there was frost on the grass – it was the last Monday in May and on Sunday I had planted out a host of seedlings that I’ve been caring for in the polytunnel until I had dug enough ground over outside. I tiptoed across the frosty grass to check on them and breathed a sigh of relief that they looked as though they had escpaed the worst of it. Between the weather (an ongoing round of teasing sunshiny days and then monsoons, cold and wind) and work commitments I haven’t managed to move things on outside as much as I’d like but it’s probably a good job. Plants that were put outside about a month ago look as though they’re hunkered down like the rest of us waiting for the weather to warm up – beans that I planted as seeds in the polytunnel at the same time as planting bean plants outside have now overtaken the earlier ones.
However a few sunny days this weekend and suddenly everyone and everything seems to be perking up. We’ve had a pond dug under the oak tree by a friend with a JCB and I’ve started letting the chickens out each day to freerange – there’s few things more exciting for a hen than a mountain of freshly dug earth.
Over the next few weeks we’re hoping to fence off a good space around the pond and then we can add ducks to our life here along with a few more chickens.
Progress might be slow in the garden but in the polytunnel everything is getting a bit overexcited particularly the cabbages which are enormous. We’re already able to harvest lettuces, rocket, mixed salad leaves and radishes. Now the challenge is to keep sowing successionally and avoid the sudden salad gap I usually manage to create by taking my eye off the ball.
The pigs are growing at a rate of knots and getting through pasture like a bunch of locusts. We’ve moved them on to a new area this weekend. Never mind pigs in clover we have pigs in buttercups here.
And, in the rabbit hutches there is a new fluffy fur nest with a bundle of rabbit babies wriggling about in it. So Spring may have been non-existant and Summer may not have arrived just yet but good things are happening around us and I feel a sense of promise for the harvests to come.
This morning I was up early to find a hard frost had descended upon us during the night and mist was loitering in the small valley that our stream runs through. Rufus and I decided to turn right at the bottom of the lane for our walk instead of left into the village. We walked up to the main road then left towards Vire before turning left again and heading down a small road and then a dirt track that brings us out right opposite our lane. This route takes us quite high and we could look down through the mist to the church spire in the village. The hedgerows of the Normandy Bocage were steep either side of us along the track and were studded with yellow primrose clumps and scatterings of violets. When we got home the mist was lifting and the donkeys in the field across the stream had lined up somewhat ceremoniously to welcome us back.
Having spent the latter part of January, all of February and the beginning of March pootling about in Spain and Morocco in our campervan (if you missed it then visit ontheroadwithrufus.wordpress.com for the full story and photos of our adventures) it feels as though 2013 has started rather late at La Pichotiere. We thought we would have missed the worst weather and could get on with Spring activities on our return but three days after we got home it snowed very heavily and ever since it has been bitterly cold and very un-Springlike.
On the one warm day we’ve had I went to the garden centre and bought potting compost, seeds, fresh herbs to go into the kitchen herb bed and new asparagus crowns for the new veggie garden I’m planning but every day since we have had either snow or heavy frost and northerly winds making it bitter outside. I’ve planted up a load of seeds and am keeping them along with my herbs safe in the polytunnel but there’s no sign of even the smallest peak of greeness in any of the pots yet. I have big plans for the garden so this is a most disappointing start. At this rate I can’t see us being able to harvest any vegetables much before September!
Since it feels like New Year I’ve been thinking about plans and projects and baking is on my mind. Paul Hollywood is doing a great job of tempting me with bready treats on his BBC2 programme every Monday night but I do not have a good reputation with bread making. I love the idea of it, I love bread and all things baked, I love the smell of it baking but I am not a good baker. Invariably my loaves are squat, heavy things that would best be used for building a sturdy shed and probably should not be put anywhere near anyone’s digestive system. I don’t know why this is. It’s the same whether I use the bread machine or do it by hand, use ingredients from scratch or a packet mix, take all day or do it in a rush. I have become disheartened by failure.
So, I have decided to challenge myself and learn to bake properly this year. I am going to work my way through the River Cottage Bread book from start to finish and bake every single recipe in it from a basic loaf to sour dough to crumpets. I am going to take my time and enlist helpers and eaters along the way. I am going to analyse my mistakes and learn from them (then use them to edge the paths of the new veggie garden). That’s 46 recipes my friends. Not quite Julie Powell’s feat of cooking all of Julia Child’s recipes from Mastering the Art of French Cooking but a good challenge none the less. I shall let you know how I get on and do let me know if you want to be a tester at any point!