Monday, 26 November 2018

Magosto Galician Style

On Saturday night we went to the local Magosto celebrations. Most small villages here have a thriving social centre and ours is better than most (well I would say that). There was a massive paella, barbecued pork chops, roasted chestnuts and a huge selection of deserts.



The band played on as people danced, some very well, some not so well. People sang the traditional songs and the room was full of joy with children playing amongst the adults. There were multiple generations gathered to celebrate the chestnut harvest, the end of summer and the beginning of winter, and their heritage. A privilege to be amongst our friends and neighbours at this time. Thank you Carballo and to Mercedes for the fabulous pictures. A night to remember!

Thursday, 1 November 2018

A Special Samhain

We sat in front of a log burner watching the fabulously cheesy Van Helsing movie, drinking port and toasting our dearly departed. I had carved one of our sweet dumpling squashes which was glowing in the window and for those few hours we forgot the awfulness going on in the world.
 Autumn is proving to be as fruitful as ever. We are eating parasol mushrooms for breakfast most mornings. Chestnuts roast on the woodburner for nibbles and we continue to pick ground cherries, our last cucumber and tomatoes from the polytunnel.
I still haven't decided what to do with my basket of quince, compote is nice, I have made membrillo before but with Tim's diabetes, a lower sugar method of preservation might be a more sensible approach. The lettuces are almost ready to start using and my late planted peas are now in flower, the green beans continue to grow. Only time will tell if I get a crop from them over winter.
As usual the tyres have come up trumps and the kale and chard are looking good so far. Fingers crossed that a snail doesn't come and massacre them all (it has happened before).
Tim and I have spent the last week between downpours of rain trying to prepare the veggie patch for next year. When I was ill it was left untouched for eighteen months and the result is thick tussocky grass and brambles. We have covered as much as we can with the available chicken poop, mulched with cardboard (until it ran out) covered it in a layer of barley straw and then covered the lot with plastic weed suppressant material weighed down as much as possible against winter storms.
If left for a minimum of 6 months we hope to uncover it to reveal a weed free fertile veggie bed perfect for sowing straight into. Obviously the reality may be otherwise but as ever in small holding, hope is everything.

Sunday, 28 October 2018

Early Snow

Just last week it was 22 degrees C and last night we got snow with more to come by the look of the sky. It feels all the colder because of the rapid change. Porridge for breakfast with home made apple compote and our first fire of the year last night.

The animals are hunkering down in warm spots.
With the crazy weather all over the world this year I hope that our winter is relatively normal and 'mild'. Fruit is still on our trees waiting to be picked and many of the autumn chores await completion. Evening fires and the occasional glass of 'red' go someway towards compensating us tho. Compared to others who are freezing and starving, we still feel very blessed.