The skies are still grey and we've hit that bit of Winter when nothing seems to change and the possibility of Spring seems about as remote as sprouting wings. I keep making `I'm going outside' noises, but the cold and damp have got the better of me. I am happy to walk the dogs, but then equally happy to consider how I might mow the lawn/weed the beds/ cut the hedges, from inside- and tomorrow.
I have, however, in a rare show of industry, replaced my dead cherry tree with a rowan tree (otherwise known as a mountain ash). Trees in gardens are not everyone's cup of tea. Grandad Whyman's great pronouncement on trees was that `Ah don' raat laak ah tree in me garrden'. (read strong Yorkshire accent) But then grandad Whyman had a postage stamp in a mining village and was far better at growing vegetables than I am. I rather like a tree in a garden. And I am now fortunate enough to have enough garden to have several trees.
Any-way, back to my lovely rowan tree. My Sorbus Commixta Embley. I have a couple of reasons for choosing this tree, despite the sceptical looks from my knowledgeable neighbour and some muttering about the mess it will make. Firstly, the flowers and berries are supposed to be very bee and bird friendly. Tick. It is rumoured to be well-behaved and generally hardy. Tick. And then there's the idea that it is a British tree that has long been mentioned in folklore - so it has brevity. Tick. And it wards off evil spirits....Yes. The last of these reasons might seem a little out there, but I live in the country(ish) now. With no street lights and across from some deep (ish), dark woods. On a dark night, when the wind is gusting and a fox is calling in the dark mass of trees just a field away from me, it is easy to think that something scary is about. And if a tree fixes it - well, I will say no more.
And I suspect that I am not alone. Out where I live there are numerous horse-shoes nailed to walls and above doors. Yes, it is horsey country, but there are an awful number of shoes on walls. Holly plants also seem to feature heavily and my own established hedges are holly-heavy. While I was looking for my replacement tree, I discovered that holly is a traditional hedge plant not only because it forms a good strong barrier, but apparently because it also keeps witches away. They cannot run across the top of holly hedges as they might on those of more accommodating plants.. Holly trees themselves are rumoured to be powerful magic. They ward off evil and, according to several websites, lightning. They also make good wands. But holly trees drop really prickly leaves and make walking outside in bare feet intolerable - so I settled on a Rowan tree.
Buying a tree in Winter is actually a good move. They are sold as bare rootstock and you essentially get more tree for your money. From what I understand, planting the tree while it is dormant also gives it a better chance of establishing itself before the growing season of Spring arrives. Or so the theory goes - watch this space! This is the second tree I have bought on the internet from primrose.co.uk. The trees arrived well-packaged, delivered via courier within a day or two of ordering. When I first moved in, I bought a flowering cherry and two blueberry bushes from Primrose. All have established well. So a sneaky little recommendation there.
So that was my early January project. I am now waiting for my rowan tree to grow and produce lots of lovely berries, which, according to the website treesforlife.org.uk I can make into a jelly or, dare I say it, a strong alcoholic drink. Hmmm. Roll on Spring!
Life in a small town in Shropshire, with a fishpond, a high-maintenance terrier and dreams of self-sufficiency
Sunday, January 13, 2019
Friday, January 4, 2019
2019
2019. And the grey dankness of December has given way to the grey dankness of January. There is, however, the consolation that the Winter solstice is now behind us and the days are becoming minutely longer with every passing 24 hours.
Which shines a little optimism into what is otherwise a very dull time of year. Actually, I lie. I like New Year. I like the sense of new beginnings and that feeling of optimism that this year might just be the one. And in many ways, 2019 IS my year.
It never fails to amaze me how quickly time tumbles on. We are swept along at such a rapid rate, that we have tumbled into a new year before we know it. But this year, I have grabbed at a metaphorical branch and hauled myself out of the torrent. I have given up my full time job and, while there are all sorts of ideas on the brew, at the moment, I am clinging to my branch and watching the water rush past. It is a bit weird.
In a good way.
I am able to be outside more. I can clump around the muddy fields with dogs in tow to my hearts content. I can clump around muddy woods with my smallish girl in tow until she gets bored. Which is what we did yesterday: meeting some new friends in Hatfield Forest where the children hauled branches, climbed trees and played hide and seek. They built dens, discovered sleeping wasps and uncovered a nursery of tiny woodlice. A reminder of how lucky we are to live in this country where open areas are so easily accessible.
We froze! And came home very hungry. Which leads neatly into my easy muffin with a twist recipe!
It is no secret that I am not the most enthusiastic cook, but I do like a bit of baking, especially if it is easy and I don't have to weigh stuff. Baking is also a sort of bear-like hibernation tactic when it is cold outside... and keeps me from having to think about all the stuff I should be doing in the cold outside!
This is an adaptation of a very easy muffin recipe I found a while ago. My daughter isn't the greatest eater of breakfast and so I started making muffins on a regular basis to try to ensure she ate something before we got going in the mornings. I use oats and yoghurt instead of flour and butter to make them more `wholesome', but I add and take away as I feel the urge. I have a friend who makes muffins with grated courgette. All very healthy - but that would involve grating and I hate grating. I use cups to measure everything. I don't have scales and precision really isn't my thing. So all measurements are a `roughly'.
Easy Muffins with a twist
3 cups of oats
1 1/2 tspns baking powder
1/2 tsp salt (which I quite often forget)
1/2 cup brown sugar (cut/leave out according to taste)
1/2 cup natural yoghurt
1 slightly beaten egg
2 mashed bananas
And the twist is half a cup of ginger beer. But you can leave this out.
Add whatever else you fancy/have in your cupboard.
As a note, if you don't use bananas, the oat mixture doesn't bind very well. In this case, add 1 to 2 tablespoons of cornflour and maybe a little more baking powder (1/2 tspn)
Mix everything together. Spoon into a muffin tray and bake at 180 degrees for about 15 minutes. Easy!
Especially nice with Seville orange marmalade as made by my friend Margaret. But if you have no Margaret, any marmalade will do!
Health and happiness to all for 2019.
Which shines a little optimism into what is otherwise a very dull time of year. Actually, I lie. I like New Year. I like the sense of new beginnings and that feeling of optimism that this year might just be the one. And in many ways, 2019 IS my year.
It never fails to amaze me how quickly time tumbles on. We are swept along at such a rapid rate, that we have tumbled into a new year before we know it. But this year, I have grabbed at a metaphorical branch and hauled myself out of the torrent. I have given up my full time job and, while there are all sorts of ideas on the brew, at the moment, I am clinging to my branch and watching the water rush past. It is a bit weird.
In a good way.
I am able to be outside more. I can clump around the muddy fields with dogs in tow to my hearts content. I can clump around muddy woods with my smallish girl in tow until she gets bored. Which is what we did yesterday: meeting some new friends in Hatfield Forest where the children hauled branches, climbed trees and played hide and seek. They built dens, discovered sleeping wasps and uncovered a nursery of tiny woodlice. A reminder of how lucky we are to live in this country where open areas are so easily accessible.
We froze! And came home very hungry. Which leads neatly into my easy muffin with a twist recipe!
It is no secret that I am not the most enthusiastic cook, but I do like a bit of baking, especially if it is easy and I don't have to weigh stuff. Baking is also a sort of bear-like hibernation tactic when it is cold outside... and keeps me from having to think about all the stuff I should be doing in the cold outside!
This is an adaptation of a very easy muffin recipe I found a while ago. My daughter isn't the greatest eater of breakfast and so I started making muffins on a regular basis to try to ensure she ate something before we got going in the mornings. I use oats and yoghurt instead of flour and butter to make them more `wholesome', but I add and take away as I feel the urge. I have a friend who makes muffins with grated courgette. All very healthy - but that would involve grating and I hate grating. I use cups to measure everything. I don't have scales and precision really isn't my thing. So all measurements are a `roughly'.
Easy Muffins with a twist
3 cups of oats
1 1/2 tspns baking powder
1/2 tsp salt (which I quite often forget)
1/2 cup brown sugar (cut/leave out according to taste)
1/2 cup natural yoghurt
1 slightly beaten egg
2 mashed bananas
And the twist is half a cup of ginger beer. But you can leave this out.
Add whatever else you fancy/have in your cupboard.
As a note, if you don't use bananas, the oat mixture doesn't bind very well. In this case, add 1 to 2 tablespoons of cornflour and maybe a little more baking powder (1/2 tspn)
Mix everything together. Spoon into a muffin tray and bake at 180 degrees for about 15 minutes. Easy!
Especially nice with Seville orange marmalade as made by my friend Margaret. But if you have no Margaret, any marmalade will do!
Health and happiness to all for 2019.
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