It seems like, every time we stop to smell the flowers and take stock, the new Homestead has another surprise for us. This inherited garden of ours is truly a gift that keeps on giving; obviously planned and plotted by someone who knew what they were doing.
As a bunch of folk with very little knowledge of the flower garden (on account of not being able to eat them), we are constantly amazed by the continuity of it all; Daffodils to chrysanthemums, roses to peonies, carnations, gladioli, and lots, lots more we still need to learn the names of. We seem to be always pointing out the latest “pretty plant” to each other.
The windbreak around the house has fruit trees of varying ages dotted throughout it. Back in September (when we were too busy to take a breath and a photo) the place was a riot of blossom and we speculated loud and long as to what they would offer up to us. Some were easy to work out
but others, we crane our necks and squint into the branches and still spot nothing. Other Homesteaders, it has become apparent, are a bit more onto it.
On Tuesday, the cause of the very happy but slightly queasy goats became apparent. The tree we had written off as being “too old to fruit” had suddenly become an object of intense goatie interest – and with good reason.
While it may need a pretty severe prune once the season ends, our first raid of the plum tree (that is, the bit out of the goats reach) netted enough of these bundles of deliciousness (we think they may be Burbanks) to have us reaching for the preserving pan.
Plum sauce – a Homestead delicacy. Try it on your fish and chips once and you’ll never want anything else. We promise!