Are you looking forward to scary Monday?

Personally, I could give Hallowe’en, as an event,  a miss.  I am not sure I like the idea of children knocking on strangers’ doors and trick-or-treating and there are enough real-life scary things in this world already.  If you want scary, forget black plastic spiders, come and look at the larger than life tarantulas that lurk in the recesses of our shed.  They move, they are scary.

Anyway, I usually soften up at the sight of jolly jack-o’-lanterns.  Pumpkins have featured large (literally) in our garden for a good few years and we have had a reasonable harvest this year.  They are very easy to grow and much more forgiving of our climate than the elusive Butternut Squash which usually sits and sulks.  We have a designated 2 metre square pumpkin patch because you can grow them in same place year after year, as long as the soil is well manured, composted and kept weed free.  I usually grow two plants (plus a couple of spares), starting them off in pots in the greenhouse and then planting them out when the soil has warmed up.  Cloches also help pumpkins bed in and get going.  They love a bit of warmth.

They need moisture, lots of it and are heavy feeders but basically they get on with it.  They do have a habit of trying to escape but once lots of fruits and flowers are forming, I pinch out the growing tips to keep the plants in check and reduce the foliage so the plants concentrate their energy on bulking up the fruits.  I place old tiles under the pumpkins to keep them dry and when I spot early signs of mildew, I remove the affected leaves.  Usually mildew gathers momentum towards the end of the summer so although the plants look tatty, they are okay really.

The pumpkins must be harvested before the first autumn frosts and I put them on trays in the greenhouse for a couple of weeks to ripen and harden.  I leave a good ‘handle of stalk’ because that is where the rot begins.

This year we had 14 pumpkins to harvest and they were not as large as last year’s crop because of the dry summer.  Nevertheless we have enough pumpkin for us to ponder and scratch our heads.  This is another challenge for the Springfield Food Processing Department.

I have given two of the pumpkins to the boys next door, for their lanterns.  I have made one into soup and there is one with Number One Daughter’s name on it.  I can’t give Number One Son his treasure because none of the airlines will let me take pumpkins on the plane to Northern Ireland.
 
So that leaves me with 10 beauties and they are in boxes in the garage at the moment, waiting for my inspiration (or desperation) to dawn.

Pumpkins have huge potential in the kitchen but they do need a bit of work.  You need gloves on when cutting into the monsters - to avoid a visit to the A & E Department - and the flesh needs flavour adding, usually in the form of spices.  I also roast pumpkin to caramelise the sugars and this really does make a difference.

My recipe of choice is my Spicy Pumpkin Soup, best enjoyed by a log fire or around a roaring bonfire.  You see, I am just an old romantic at heart.  This recipe should serve 4 but it depends how greedy you are.

1 Kg (2.2 lbs) pumpkin
Chilli oil
3 large onions, peeled and chopped
3 cloves of garlic, peeled and chopped
Spices: 3 tsps cumin seeds, 1 tsp coriander seeds, 1 tsp caraway seeds, pinch cayenne pepper, 1 tsp ground ginger.  (Or you could use Garam Masala or curry powder)
Chicken or Vegetable stock
Salt and pepper
Crème Fraiche

Method
Cut the pumpkin into thick wedges and remove the seeds and stringy bits.  Place on a baking sheet and drizzle with chilli oil.  Roast in a hot oven for 50 minutes to 1 hour until tender and brown at the edges.  Peel the skin from the flesh and discard.

Grind the cumin, coriander and caraway seeds in a pestle and mortar.  In a heavy flameproof pot, sauté the onions and garlic in a splash of chilli oil and add the ground spices, cayenne and ground ginger.

Add the pumpkin flesh and barely cover with stock.  Simmer for about 15 minutes so all the ingredients can get to know one another. Liquidise the soup to a smooth texture, adding more stock if necessary.  Season to taste.  Serve with crème fraiche swirled on the top.  It freezes well too.

This soup can be quite fiery so add fewer spices if you wish.

Hope you like this photo.  This is Number One Daughter’s carving masterpieces.  I know I am biased but I think they are really good.  She is a florist and they form part of Arcade Flowers (Ringwood, near Bournemouth) autumn window display.  I think I maybe a Halloween convert after all. 

I said that I liked her carvings so much that I would like one of the Taj Mahal, please.  Because she is a loving, clever and dutiful daughter, she has delivered!  Here it is:

Back at last

It takes a lot to keep me out of the garden but a nasty abscess on a tooth, a pile of medications and then the inevitable extraction, kept me in the house for a week.  I only ventured down to the patch for a bit of a potter about last weekend.  It felt good to be outside at last but I was pleased we were well ahead with the autumn clear up.  My energy levels have suffered.

Still, there was hope alive in the greenhouse with the remaining two cucumber plants still producing cucumbers and new flowers.  This is amazing for the end of October.  The basil is looking a little pale and stressed (a bit like me) but is still in leaf and parsley was a cheery sight.  I had previously sowed some winter lettuce and they are up and about and getting on with things.

The gold, deep purple and white pansies I bought as plugs in September were ready to be potted up and I managed half an hour to sort them out.  They are producing lovely flowers and the colour combination is uplifting.

Doc turned the compost and we topped it off with the spent courgette plants, thanking them for their hard work.  We griddled the last of the courgettes on Sunday which was a bit sad but we try to look forward to next year’s crop.  Doc treated several of the now vacant raised beds with some of his crumbly, mature compost which he sieves to a fine finish.  It is all the richer for the chicken manure we add to it.  The remaining bins are doing well and feel warm to the touch which is a good sign.

Doc started a major overhaul of the bonfire site at the bottom of the garden.  Over the last 8 years, the ash has raised it up to quite a mound so he dug it out, sieved the ash with soil and created a new heap to use on the flower beds.  We will soon have a level bonfire site again.

The garlic, shallots and onion sets are all up and about so we took the fleece off.  It really does keep out the mice and birds so the sets can root.  The leeks and parsnips are ready to start harvesting and we still have spinach and chard, purple sprouting broccoli and lettuces.  But the most surprising latecomers are the everlasting strawberries which are truly everlasting.  They are still providing us with enough fruit to chop and add to the porridge.  ‘Flamenco’ can be described as a Good Doer.

I dared to bend down and pick a few windfall apples and headed back to the kitchen to be creative with them.  I made a lovely apple pudding cake with them and it felt good to be doing something.  There is nothing as satisfying as the warmth of the Aga and the smell of baking.  It was good therapy.

This recipe is not mine, it is from Mary Berry.  She is the Queen of baking as far as I am concerned and this recipe is easy and reliable.

Wonderful Apple Cake (serves 6)

225 g (8 ozs) self-raising flour
1 level tsp baking powder
225 g (8 ozs) caster sugar
2 eggs
½ tsp almond extract
150 g butter (5 ozs) butter, melted
350 g (12 ozs) peeled, cored and thickly sliced
25 g (1 oz) flaked almonds

Method

Lightly grease a deep 20 cm (8 inch) cake tin.  Put the flour, baking powder, sugar, eggs, almond extract and melted butter into a mixing bowl and beat for 1 minute.
Spread half this mixture into the base of the tin and pile the apples on top, mostly towards the centre.  Using 2 dessert spoons, spoon the rest of the cake mixture over the apples.  This is awkward but you need to make sure the mixture covers as much of the apple as possible.  Sprinkle with the almonds.

Using the Aga:  Position the grid shelf on the floor of the Roasting Oven and the cold Plain Shelf on the second set of runners.  Bake the cake for 20 minutes until pale golden brown.  Transfer the cold Plain Shelf (which is now very hot!) to the middle of the simmering oven and place the cake on it.  Continue baking the cake for a further 30-40 minutes or until a skewer inserted into the middle, comes out clean.  Alternatively, if you have a Baking Oven in your Aga, bake the cake on the lowest set of runners for about 1 ¼ hours until a skewer comes out clean.  If the top browns too quickly, place the cold Plain Shelf above the cake.

Using conventional cooking: Bake in a pre-heated oven 160 C, 325 F or Gas mark 3 for 1 ½ hours or until a skewer comes out clean.

You can freeze this cake but you will want to eat it there and then, just as it comes out of the oven.  Make sure you have cream or custard ready and waiting.

Autumn is really here when I make this cake and we love it.  Thank you, Mary.
(Recipe taken from Mary Berry’s New Aga Cookbook, Headline Book Publishing)

So this is autumn is it?

I like to plant some spring flowering bulbs every autumn but this year was the first time I did so wearing a sunhat. 

Before we went away on holiday Doc put away the garden furniture.  Some of the pots of marigolds were passed their best so I tossed them onto the compost heap and generally started to tidy up.  I wondered if it would be sunny enough to ripen the remaining tomatoes in the greenhouse and I was sure that the sweet peppers and cucumbers would succumb to cold night temperatures.  How wrong I was!

We returned home to find that the greenhouse was a mass of bright red tomatoes and there were new flowers on a couple of the plants.  Even the cucumbers had greened up and were fruiting again.  All the signs of mildew had disappeared and they are happily heading for the roof space.  The marigolds have joined in the fun too and have sprouted new buds.  For several days it was not just hot, but scorching hot and yet I was planting narcissi and picking up fallen apples.

I like the ritual of bulb planting.  They are such good value and are some of the first plants to emerge after the winter.  When I spot the first leaves pushing their way up through the cold earth into the light, I know spring has sprung.  Bulbs are a good investment and it is easy to build up a substantial collection over the years.

This year I have only planted shorter narcissi because Springfield is windy and some varieties flop over which irritates me.  You cannot go wrong with Tete -a -Tete and I heard someone say that theirs were over 40 years old and are still just as good.  I also like scented varieties too but you have to plant those where you can get your nose into them.

I don’t plant tulips in the ground.  They don’t perform as well as daffs in our garden - perhaps it is the winter wet.  I like to plant some in tubs to brighten up the front and back doorsteps.  A good tip is to plant them in layers in large containers to achieve a really showy display and sticking to one colour always look the more dramatic.  When the tulips have finished flowering I move them to somewhere out of the way to rest.

In a large garden it is a good tip to add focal interest on the routes you often walk.   I will place pots of narcissi and tulips by the garage door so that I can look at them when I pop to fetch a pumpkin or some onions.  I also have a pot or two by the compost heap because I regularly take the kitchen veg scraps down there.

I am also growing on some plug plants of pansies to liven up the cold, grey months.  I fell out of love with them for a few years because I was bored with the same old colours and one or two batches proved to be very poor quality.  However, this year they are back and I have chosen a contemporary colour scheme of orange, black and white. 

The hot sunny weather could not last of course and it is now considerably cooler.  But we made the most of it and enjoyed some lovely barbecues, sitting out until quite late into the evening.   This felt very odd because we did not do this even in the summer!   I am sure this bonus warmth and sunshine will help to make the winter seem a little shorter.  I don’t seem to mind that the lettuces have bolted.

Busy days on the computer

As well as keeping up to date with my own blog I am now a guest blogger for the Womens' Institute.  I am enjoying it a lot so do go and check me out if you have a moment!  The WI is a great organisation and it helps me get out of the garden once in a while. 

As for Jam and Jerusalem, well, since we do have a lot of fruit at Springfield, my jam pan is very active, but we don't sing Jerusalem very often these days.  There is lots of interesting discussion and the opportunity to make new friends, hear interesting speakers and join in on lots of trips.  So why not give it a try?

http://www.thewi.org.uk/

Trees, trees and more trees

Today, the north wind doth blow with unwelcome vengeance.  Our neighbours have lost a huge limb from a lime tree and our apples are raining down like grenades.  I have confined the chickens to their run for protection.  The gale is roaring through the trees and our bean canes have been flattened.  It is a good job the damsons are harvested – there is no way Doc could clamber up a ladder today.

The garden is definitely out of bounds at present because the trees are bending ominously and twiggy stuff is flying everywhere.  However, trees are still my favourite feature of any garden and they form the backbone to Springfield.  They are the garden’s structure and compliment the big sky and valley beyond.  I have heard it said that you look down on flowers but you look up to trees and I agree with this sentiment.  The vegetables are for the season and the pot, the flowers are the fizz but it is the trees that are awesome.  They give permanence and presence to the garden and hopefully they will be a legacy for long after we are gone. 

Since moving here we have added several varieties of apple, plum, pear and damson trees in the orchard.  We have also planted an aromatic Asian pear tree and a long row of different cordon apples.  The new dwarf rooting stocks will ensure that managing the trees and harvesting the fruit will be easier in the future. On the ornamental front we are pleased with our weeping silver pear tree (Pyrus salicifolia Pendula) and a lovely medium golden birch (Betula ‘Golden Beauty’).

There is a lovely compact Magnolia Stellata (Star Magnolia) which we associate with the arrival of spring and although the white flowers are dreamily scented, its furry buds are just as appealing.  The huge purple beech tree that is in touching distance of the house needed to be expertly surveyed.  However, being fully grown (100 years old!) and on good foundations, it was reprieved.  We love the autumn colour and are happy to put up with millions of squirrels invading us for the nuts.

We have also had some of the older trees pruned and unfortunately some thugs have had to be removed.  There was a particularly attractive conifer, with lime green tassels and attractive cones.  It was only 5 feet high when we came here but when Doc removed the tree stake, it took off at an alarming rate and grew to twice the size in a very short time.  When we discovered that its eventual height would be in excess of 90 feet it unfortunately got the chop.  Although we are fairly large, we are not a stately park and a very attractive acer looks just as good in its place!  We don’t feel guilty about this because logs are seasoned and burned on the fire to cut down on heating bills and for every tree lost we have planted at least one replacement. 

Last to go was a nameless perpendicular conifer that was nothing more but an exclamation mark at the foot of the lawn and a friend has sourced us a Cornus Kousa 'China Girl' (Chinese Flowering Dogwood) to go in its place.  This will eventually grow to a modest 20 feet and has eye-catching creamy-white bracts in June, good red and orange autumn tints to the leaves and brightly coloured, strawberry-like fruits in the autumn.

Since we are keen to keep on planting trees, on Doc and I recently visited the Bluebell Arboretum and Nursery, near Ashby de la Zouch in Derbyshire.  (Thank goodness we didn’t go today!).  Entry is free to RHS members which is a bonus and it is well worth a visit.

September days are here..

September has nothing to do with dates.  I felt it arrive on a breeze, in late August.  So, I have swapped my sun hat for a body warmer and find myself doing more tidying up than planting.  The greenhouse is blurred with condensation in the morning and the door does not need opening until lunch time.  Our daily trug is lighter now that the harvest is slowly dwindling and the last roses are clinging to the departing summer.  Once or twice I have glimpsed a yellow leaf peeping out from the sea of green and the air is thick with the smell of fallen apples.  Joy of joys, there is not much watering to do.

I love September because both the garden and the gardeners mellow.  We are not rushing anywhere and are happy to tick along for a few weeks more, in blissful harmony.   Whilst the pumpkin plants are cropping well, they are a little uncomfortable with mildew but the asters are free of it and very perky, bobbing in the breeze to attract our attention.  It is nice to have the time to pick some for the house.

Doc climbed his new tripod ladder to harvest the damsons.  They were ready much earlier this year- and we now have 20lbs of deep purple rugby ball shaped fruits stashed in the freezer, though we could have probably doubled that if the ladder was taller.  I like to make jams and chutneys in the late autumn when the dark, cold days of November need cheering up with a bubbling cauldron of spicy smells.  Doc likes to make his Damson gin for no other reason than he likes it.

There were two damson trees when we arrived at Springfield nearly 8 years ago and we see them as the elder statesmen of the garden.  They are overgrown, with huge gnarled boughs straining under the weight of age and scarred with a lifetime’s experience.  Every year, they manage to fruit in abundance but every year we think it will be the last.  Last winter the sub-zero temperatures fractured a large limb from each of them and ripped away swathes of their bark too....

But the life of the garden has to go on and we have planted a replacement Shropshire Prune and who knows when it will take over the production of our treasured damsons.  September would not be September without Doc and me warning each other to watch out for squished damsons on the path.