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Sunday 25 August 2024
Gach Treo Augo 2024
Poppy harvest is In. Poppy seeds go a long way and are A Gift to bread. There's a "dead" corner of the polytunnel between the potting bench (mostly filled with a clatter of crusty seed trays and wretched flower-pots) and the wonderful ever-giving rosemary bush. Because the corner is "dead", weeds come in and poppy is the quintessence of weed. Most years we get some poppies in that corner. This year three of the most successful started up out of the dirt adjacent to the block-faced bed. I build a little mud dam and have been carefully supplying these pioneers with water. Friday I topped them off and shook out the seed into a fine white pasta bowl. Very happy, me.
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