Closing the garden gate…
The month concludes with what can only be described as a ‘glorious
day’, filled with birdsong and the ‘ding, ding, dong’ of cow bells
– from the neighbour’s French cows, their sound is less melodic
than the bells of the Spanish cows that wander across the border.
The river is rushing past, in the gully below the terraced potager
garden, and there are signs of new life breaking through as the
amandier (almond) has tiny buds forming and the first crocuses arrive.
The temperature is predicted to rise to 21ºC today, and surveying
the garden there are surprises, as it has survived the frost and
snow so far. The sweet peas that died in the summer heat have returned,
but are yet to flower; wild garlic has sprung up in the grass in
between the garden beds – resembling chives, they eventually form
a bulb, a little stronger in flavour than cultivated varieties.
Onions are pushing through, and the artichoke is yet to bear but still
expanding its leaves. Beetroot seem happy alongside the silverbeet,
and mixed salad leaves are appearing on their own, after last season.
Canigou frames the view to the valley below as we celebrate the warmth,
whilst admiring the snow. The blue skies of the south bringing cheer,
as winter retreats for the moment and we dine outside…