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"judith lea" wrote in message ups.com... Des Higgins wrote: We have both cardoon and artichoke (well one of each; small front garden); the cardoon is more spectacular but the artichoke is neater (and easier to eat :-). I love Cardoons but they turn my fingers black, is there a way to avoid this? Wear gloves! Alan Judith at home in England |
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"Sacha" wrote in message ... On 10/1/07 21:30, in article , "Des Higgins" wrote: snip We have both cardoon and artichoke (well one of each; small front garden); the cardoon is more spectacular but the artichoke is neater (and easier to eat :-). Helluva fiddle, though! I'm sure I must have tried boiling them and just pulling the skin of, which I sometimes do with potatoes, much easier than peeling them. Alan |
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"Sacha" wrote in message ... On 11/1/07 07:41, in article , "DavePoole Torquay" wrote: Sacha wrote: Any minute now you'll tell us that the Hardenbergia is in full flower. ;-) Not full flower - the racemes right at the top are fully open, but those at eye level have a day or so to go. The wind is back this morning :( Solanum wendlandii has broken free of its support and is thrashing about, threatening to lacerate anything and anyone close by. A neighbouring Brugmansia already looks as though it has been attacked by a maniac with a craft knife. Isn't it *awful*? We are getting the full fury of it here. One of my daughters was going to drive down from Somerset for the day but I've asked her not to! I really don't like to think of her on the road in this. And yesterday was so lovely, too..... ;-( Went out this morning and there were several trees blown over. Alan |
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"judith lea" wrote Even though the stairwell has been decorated, I swear I can still see a slight shadow there. I am going to start collecting urine again as my daleks are full of bits of lawn and I need these to rot down - this time I am going to use the cloakroom downstairs and not the bathroom upstairs. snip Or you could avoid having to go inside and take off your muddy gardening shoes (or slippers!) and just keep a handy bucket out in a shed or garage. ;-) -- Sue |
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"Sue" wrote:
Or you could avoid having to go inside and take off your muddy gardening shoes (or slippers!) and just keep a handy bucket out in a shed or garage. ;-) I think somebody (Judith?) suggested a pail in the potting shed last time around. Thankfully, I have a compost heap in the midst of a copse of pine trees, and live in a pretty rural area, so no problems at all activating the compost. Used Bass Ale works quite well. Three inches/7cm of snow here; first of any substance this year, so the little green garlic shoots are nicely bedded down. Gary Woods AKA K2AHC- PGP key on request, or at home.earthlink.net/~garygarlic Zone 5/6 in upstate New York, 1420' elevation. NY WO G |
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On 11/1/07 14:12, in article ,
"Alan Holmes" wrote: snip Went out this morning and there were several trees blown over. One of the nursery staff has just told us the very sad story of the death of a very old and mighty oak tree which fell into a field on his father's farm. It was rotten when it went over but without the storms might have survived longer, I suppose. The tree surgeon who has come to look at this tree on their farm, told them that it's quite possibly 1000 to 1200 years old and that to attempt to saw it up would take more than a week and involve the importation of special machinery. He estimates that the whole thing weighs between 150 and 200 tons. Some of the branches are 8 feet in diameter. Lying down, its branches project about 60 feet into the air. As yet, nobody can decide what to do with it or about it. It doesn't actually belong to the farmer but the neighbour to whom it does belong has gone bust and can't afford to do anything about its disposal. I just hope a furniture maker is offered the chance to use it, though how he would move it is beyond imagining. -- Sacha http://www.hillhousenursery.co.uk South Devon http://www.discoverdartmoor.co.uk/ |
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"Sue" wrote in message reenews.net... "judith lea" wrote Even though the stairwell has been decorated, I swear I can still see a slight shadow there. I am going to start collecting urine again as my daleks are full of bits of lawn and I need these to rot down - this time I am going to use the cloakroom downstairs and not the bathroom upstairs. snip Or you could avoid having to go inside and take off your muddy gardening shoes (or slippers!) and just keep a handy bucket out in a shed or garage. ;-) Of course, if you were a man you wouldn't need to collect it, just go and deposit it straight in the place it is required, just make sure the neighbours aren't watching at the time! I do wonder whether it would be so difficult for a woman to do the same? I keep a bucket next to the bed in case of emergencies!(:-) Alan |
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Sue wrote: Or you could avoid having to go inside and take off your muddy gardening shoes (or slippers!) and just keep a handy bucket out in a shed or garage. ;-) -- Sue Sue, there is a risk of being seen!!! Can you imagine the milman, I saw that there Mrs. Lea squatting on a bucket" - Dear me!!!! I was staying in an hotel in Northern France (which we had stayed at a few times before) one winter for a short break with my husband and I was feeling so ill with a cold that I told him to go down to the bar and have a drink and that I would get myself ready slowly. I was shivering with a temperature so I decided to take a hot bath. As I laid back in the bath, the bedroom door opened, in walked Edward, and one step behind him the owner of the hotel. with a large medicinal Cognac (which I hate) in his hand - My husband and he stood in the doorway to the bathroom, whilst I slipped under the water and with just my head peeking out, I said "Oh Thank you but I feel quite ill so could you both go away please". The hotel owner advanced a step instead of retreating and as only my eyes were visable by then - he held out the cognac and out snaked my hand from under the water, took the cognanc, downed it in one go and gave him back the glass. I did not make it to dinner that night. Judith at home in England |
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"Sacha" wrote in message
Isn't it *awful*? We are getting the full fury of it here. One of my daughters was going to drive down from Somerset for the day but I've asked her not to! I really don't like to think of her on the road in this. And yesterday was so lovely, too..... ;-( The hot weather has finally arrived here - 38 degrees C today and yesterday. And I've done all my outside work by 9.00am so I don't have to go outside again today. |
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On 11/1/07 20:26, in article
, "judith lea" wrote: Sue wrote: Or you could avoid having to go inside and take off your muddy gardening shoes (or slippers!) and just keep a handy bucket out in a shed or garage. ;-) -- Sue Sue, there is a risk of being seen!!! Can you imagine the milman, I saw that there Mrs. Lea squatting on a bucket" - Dear me!!!! I was staying in an hotel in Northern France (which we had stayed at a few times before) one winter for a short break with my husband and I was feeling so ill with a cold that I told him to go down to the bar and have a drink and that I would get myself ready slowly. I was shivering with a temperature so I decided to take a hot bath. As I laid back in the bath, the bedroom door opened, in walked Edward, and one step behind him the owner of the hotel. with a large medicinal Cognac (which I hate) in his hand - My husband and he stood in the doorway to the bathroom, whilst I slipped under the water and with just my head peeking out, I said "Oh Thank you but I feel quite ill so could you both go away please". The hotel owner advanced a step instead of retreating and as only my eyes were visable by then - he held out the cognac and out snaked my hand from under the water, took the cognanc, downed it in one go and gave him back the glass. I did not make it to dinner that night. Oh, Judith - tears of laughter again and not even one gold slipper in sight! -- Sacha http://www.hillhousenursery.co.uk South Devon http://www.discoverdartmoor.co.uk/ |
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"Sacha" wrote judith wrote: Sue, there is a risk of being seen!!! Can you imagine the milman, I saw that there Mrs. Lea squatting on a bucket" - Dear me!!!! I was staying in an hotel in Northern France (which we had stayed at a few times before) one winter for a short break with my husband and I was feeling so ill with a cold that I told him to go down to the bar and have a drink and that I would get myself ready slowly. I was shivering with a temperature so I decided to take a hot bath. As I laid back in the bath, the bedroom door opened, in walked Edward, and one step behind him the owner of the hotel. with a large medicinal Cognac (which I hate) in his hand - My husband and he stood in the doorway to the bathroom, whilst I slipped under the water and with just my head peeking out, I said "Oh Thank you but I feel quite ill so could you both go away please". The hotel owner advanced a step instead of retreating and as only my eyes were visable by then - he held out the cognac and out snaked my hand from under the water, took the cognanc, downed it in one go and gave him back the glass. I did not make it to dinner that night. Oh, Judith - tears of laughter again and not even one gold slipper in sight! :-) I reckon the EDP should sign her up to write a column! -- Sue |
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On 12/1/07 12:46, in article
ws.net, "Sue" wrote: "Sacha" wrote judith wrote: Sue, there is a risk of being seen!!! Can you imagine the milman, I saw that there Mrs. Lea squatting on a bucket" - Dear me!!!! I was staying in an hotel in Northern France (which we had stayed at a few times before) one winter for a short break with my husband and I was feeling so ill with a cold that I told him to go down to the bar and have a drink and that I would get myself ready slowly. I was shivering with a temperature so I decided to take a hot bath. As I laid back in the bath, the bedroom door opened, in walked Edward, and one step behind him the owner of the hotel. with a large medicinal Cognac (which I hate) in his hand - My husband and he stood in the doorway to the bathroom, whilst I slipped under the water and with just my head peeking out, I said "Oh Thank you but I feel quite ill so could you both go away please". The hotel owner advanced a step instead of retreating and as only my eyes were visable by then - he held out the cognac and out snaked my hand from under the water, took the cognanc, downed it in one go and gave him back the glass. I did not make it to dinner that night. Oh, Judith - tears of laughter again and not even one gold slipper in sight! :-) I reckon the EDP should sign her up to write a column! EDP? But whoever that is, I agree. Judith has a gift for a phrase which is pure joy! -- Sacha http://www.hillhousenursery.co.uk South Devon http://www.discoverdartmoor.co.uk/ |
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"Farm1" please@askifyouwannaknow wrote in message ... "Sacha" wrote in message Isn't it *awful*? We are getting the full fury of it here. One of my daughters was going to drive down from Somerset for the day but I've asked her not to! I really don't like to think of her on the road in this. And yesterday was so lovely, too..... ;-( The hot weather has finally arrived here - 38 degrees C today and yesterday. And I've done all my outside work by 9.00am so I don't have to go outside again today. Blimmy, I'm not even up at that time, never mind having done any work, whatever that is! Alan |
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On Fri, 12 Jan 2007 13:58:40 +0000, Sacha wrote
(in article ): On 12/1/07 12:46, in article ws.net, "Sue" wrote: "Sacha" wrote judith wrote: Sue, there is a risk of being seen!!! Can you imagine the milman, I saw that there Mrs. Lea squatting on a bucket" - Dear me!!!! I was staying in an hotel in Northern France (which we had stayed at a few times before) one winter for a short break with my husband and I was feeling so ill with a cold that I told him to go down to the bar and have a drink and that I would get myself ready slowly. I was shivering with a temperature so I decided to take a hot bath. As I laid back in the bath, the bedroom door opened, in walked Edward, and one step behind him the owner of the hotel. with a large medicinal Cognac (which I hate) in his hand - My husband and he stood in the doorway to the bathroom, whilst I slipped under the water and with just my head peeking out, I said "Oh Thank you but I feel quite ill so could you both go away please". The hotel owner advanced a step instead of retreating and as only my eyes were visable by then - he held out the cognac and out snaked my hand from under the water, took the cognanc, downed it in one go and gave him back the glass. I did not make it to dinner that night. Oh, Judith - tears of laughter again and not even one gold slipper in sight! -) I reckon the EDP should sign her up to write a column! EDP? But whoever that is, I agree. Judith has a gift for a phrase which is pure joy! I guess = Eastern Daily Press. And I agree about Judith's stories! What I cannot imagine is what she had to say to her husband after the cognac-bearing manager had left the room! -- Sally in Shropshire, UK bed and breakfast near Ludlow: http://www.stonybrook-ludlow.co.uk Burne-Jones/William Morris window in Shropshire church: http://www.whitton-stmarys.org.uk |
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