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[doofaloofa]

The peas fell over aftewr all



What were those chillies you sent me DnD?

Attractive flowers and foliage



The fruit is just spicy enough for me raw

[doofaloofa]

My new bed I've been building this week



For leeks and garlics

[diggernotdreamer]

That chilli is Alberto's Locoto, what is interesting is that it has black seeds, milder when green, will take yer head off when red, but pickles in vinegar really well and you can hack off a bit when you need it

[doofaloofa]

Thanks

[doofaloofa]

[boboff]

Did Dew do that?

[doofaloofa]

Credit where credit is dew

[doofaloofa]

I made a flail to thresh my dried peas

[diggernotdreamer]

look like an instrument of torture, the poor aul peas

[doofaloofa]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=90ahd_vu ... e=youtu.be

Got 8kg of dried peas from a12 sq m bed

[doofaloofa]

John Keats - To Autumn

I

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.


II

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,
Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.


III

Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, -
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

[doofaloofa]

THE DAY OF THE ALPACCA IS HERE!




Trying out Bronze turkeys this year

[diggernotdreamer]

I have bumped this up for you Doofa, just in case you were missing it, seems to have lost some of the content, but I am sure you can find some more interesting pictures, maybe of your big hole which is now lost forever in the ether, seems a shame that new people to the forum won't be able to see it

[doofaloofa]

'Bumped up'?

Sounds rude

[Odsox]

Maybe a tad better than being bumped off ?