The golden crop

This morning I took a closer look at my buckthorn bushes. The golden berries had become orange-yellow, some of them ready to harvest. What a joy! With the morning sun they really look golden, so beautiful.

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I planted them two years ago (a female and a male one)  on a sunny spot in the garden, well aware that this was a test. Buckthorn likes the closeness to water, and there was no watery soil here. So I tended to the pair with lovingness and kindness, weeded and watered. And today I solemnly picked a handful of the first berries ever.

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Buckthorn is golden not only to look at. It is one of those precious berries that contains a lot of healthy stuff for your body. What about vitamin A and E, Omega 3, 6, 7 and 9. The oil from buckthorn is extracted  and sold in health stores and the small capsules are very expensive.  I am going to put my berries in the freezer and eat a couple of them every day during winter time, how awesome!

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The bush to the right is the female buckthorn, the one to the left the male.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Strawberry fantasies

Is it possible to grow strawberries in the garden, without the birds eating them?

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Because I have a strawberry bed now, in what was this spring a tulipe bed, also called The Heart for the World (see earlier blog posts). It is not covered with any net, so logically the garden birds should go there and eat. But they don’t. And I have some theories. First theory is that I give the garden birds seeds every morning, not so much, just a small support  for their summer meals. Is that more attractive than diving down into the bed of strawberries?

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Second theory, my strawberry bed is very “messy”, because I did not have time to weed it during spring. There are a lot of faded leaves from winter and also leaves from the tulip season in spring. It makes a ground covering that protects the berries from lying onto the bare soil, but perhaps is it also too messy for the birds to dare to dive into bed – what could be hiding down there, a snake or some other predator?

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The garden worm “Max”.

So I provide food and water for the garden birds and they keep the amount of insects at a healthy leavel. The result is, this season I have harvested more than 15 litres of strawberries! Thank you nature and thank you birds for this amazing cooperation.

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The wooden sticks were meant to support the berry net, now they are just a design thing.

 

 

 

 

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The story behind …

Sometimes the story behind a special event is what makes the event so special.

Yesterday the first bud on my new Hollyhocks (lat. alcea rosea) came out. It is black as a winter night, the petals soft as velvet.  I was stunned by the beauty of it.

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And it is worth so much more to me because of the story behind. A couple of years ago I stood talking to the man who comes every three months with his big truck to empty our sewer system. We usually have a long chat about gardening experiences, he knows so much about gardening! Anyway, this time I had this jar of my special marmelade that I wanted to give him. And when I did, he told me he had just got some nice stems from black Hollyhock plants from a customer, and asked if I wanted to try  to cultivate some seeds next season. It was autumn and I saved them carefully. Next season I did not succeed in precultivating the Hollyhock seeds. So this year was the first time I managed to bring them to life.

The seeds were put into soil on the 25th of February, precultivated in my greenhouse with extra light and warmth – and now, on the 10th of July the first bud came out. I smile when I tell you! Really, I will try to get the message to the sewer man, through the community somehow,  I am sure he would love to hear about it!

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A Candy Palette

Today was gloomy, rainy and still – a perfect day for cleaning and washing used pots in the garden. When starting this project, my thoughts were as gloomy as the day. But as often happens with me, I got an idea. What if I would make something more out of this boring task?

So I started lining up, placing the plastic pots of different sorts and sizes on the lawn with bottom side up. Colored ones combined with black ones, they all together formed a candy palette. And suddenly the boring task had turned into something more artistic and fun!

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Ramson – a delicacy

Some weeks ago I had the priviledge of getting  a couple of plants from a neighbour. They were from an island outside Stockholm, in the archipelago of Stockholm. The plants are RAMSON. Ramson is in Sweden right now the hightech of cooking, everyone boasts about using ramson in their recipes. I have always wanted to let the underground of my hazel bushes have ramson covering it. And now I have the chance to make it real.

With ramson you can make the most wonderful pies (you use it as spinach) or you can make pesto, to use with almost anything eatible. Or you can use it fresh together with other salad leaves (beware of when eating them fresh, they can cause your stomach to bubble and rumble).

I digged and I fertilized and I watered and I protected against the deers with a fence. This as a week ago, and they have now started to bloom – I am so happy, I did not know if they would thrive in this soil.

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What better way …

… to start spring than enjoying the Heart for the World!

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It was a year ago that I started to build and create the Heart for the World, a flower bed in the form of a heart, filled with different kinds of tulips.

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The heart is placed on the slope from our house, which is situated on a small hill. To cover the soil beneath the tulips, I planted lots and lots of strawberries, so when the tulips are out it is time to taste the first berries.

Below you can see what it looked like when newly digged.

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Winterfun in the garden

When I was a small kid, I lived in the north of Sweden. Wintertime we kids used to compete between families on how to make the most beautiful snow lantern. Today I had a day off work, and the snow held just the right quality to make snowballs – so I decided to make a snow lantern, grown-up version.

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I used the summer bird bath that I had long ago stored away for the winter. This little round and shallow bath on a rack, will make the lantern come out of the snow, and sort of float in the air when darkness fall and the candle light inside is glowing…

So I started building a circle of tightly packed  snowballs. The weather was gloomy, grey, so some of  these photos nearly look like black-and-white ones.

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I started on the second row, on top of the first. To help them get “glued” on to the first row, I dipped the bottom of every snowball real quick in some water – that made them freeze to the snowballs beneath and beside.

The most beautiful structure is if you can build the second row a little to the left or right of the first snowball, it makes like a zig zag pattern from the outside when the lantern is lit.

When you continue building, see to that there is a slight tilt inwards, like an eskimo hut.

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Finally, after a long time of building, the lantern is ready. By the time I had come this far, the dusk had closed in, which made it a perfect timing to light the lantern.

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I used one of those memorial candles, because they are contructed to burn for 50 hours, and are not affected by wind and damp weather.

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A rather shaky photo (below), my camera is not a good one in complete darkness. But i think you can imagine the feeling. In the middle of the darkness, something is floating out, glimmering, glittering.

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Impossible gardening?

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Autumn is here. In fact this photo is from a week ago. Today winter is approaching fast, and I went out into the rain and storm to see to things in my garden. On the soil of one of the planting  boxes outside, I had placed the pot with the sweet potato plant. I started to take care of the withered plant, cut it by the soil and sorted it into the compost.

Then I wanted to dig out the soil from the pot – and stopped dead! My God, there was something in the pot, something big!

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The impossible had happened! I had in fact grown sweet potatoes, in an ordinary pot that had been standing on a bench in the sun all summer. All books, instructions, articles say you can grow the plant and get a nice flowering plant, but to harvest sweet potato like this is impossible. The season in Sweden is too short and too cold.

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And look at them, they are big – HUGE in fact. The sweet potatoes I buy at the grocery store are not this big. I could hardly hold them in one hand. Two of the three potatoes measure nearly four inches (10 cm).

 

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This will be a nice dinner for two. I will clean them, peel them, cut them into cloves, put on a baking tray with some olive oil and salt and cook for about 15 minutes in 350 degrees Fahrenheit (175 degrees Celsius). I will serve them with som feta cheese and sprinkle persil from the garden on top. Mm, looking forward to that!

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Beauty in the blink of a moment

Some wonders of life are visible only if you are present in the “now” of life.

This morning I was up with  the sun and started the sprinkler in the lower part of the garden. I stood there watching the water spraying over the high grass with the sun beams IMG_0868coming in from the side. When the water hits the grass I see a miraculous sight. It is like a little cloud of dust letting go from the top of the grass, flying through the air, landing on the ground.

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What on earth is this? Then I understood. The grass was ripe, ready to let go of its pollen. It just needed a little “push” from water or wind – and I happened to be there right at that moment. It was so so beautiful. I tried to catch it with my camera.

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The pollen dust, like an invisible spirit passing by …

 

 

 

Food for squirrel

The “clonk” revealed it.

Some weeks ago I bought a squirrel food feeder (www.vivara.se). The construction is a little box with a windowlike front and a roof or lid that the animal can push up with its’ head to fetch food. I put it up in a birch tree, positioned so I will be able to see the feeder from my window.

Well, the weeks passed and nothing happened. But a friend told me it could take some time before a new feeder is found and accepted by the animal. So I waited. And one day when in the garden I heard the “clonk” sound – wood smashing against wood, the sound the feeder makes when the squirrel drops the lid of the feeder back in place. This was so exciting, finally a squirrel!

I shot a video and extracted some photos from it. Sorry about the quality, but it was shot through the window, so as not to disturb the squirrel.

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