Favourite fruit tart...

On Sunday I made a fruit tart which I had thought to photograph - but it didn't last long enough.   Using up some rich sweet pastry (with ground almonds) and an assortment of fruit - mostly picked on Saturday - it made an irresistible treat.     It has to be made with fresh fruit or it lacks texture.   I usually use red currants and raspberries but this year it was an assortment of 7 things - red and black currants (the very first of the season), raspberries, loganberries, strawberries, fraise de bois and pink gooseberries.   Good job this mix of fruit is only available once in a while!.

Dorset cottage windows

We just spent a lovely weekend with my sister-in-law at her cottage in Dorset.  It was Netherbury's Gardens Open weekend and - unsurprisingly - we had a Sunday of torrential rain but luckily we had made the most of Saturday!

Sadly, it was probably the last time I shall visit the cottage that my brother and sister-in-law restored as reluctantly Lulu has decided to sell it.

It is a happy cottage with 250+ years of history, a delightful cottage garden and some picture-perfect windows - as you can see.

Rambling Rose

When I bought the rose labelled "Kiftsgate", it seemed like a great idea.   It is a common mistake when starting to plant a small garden to buy things that will grow fast but there has been a lot of time when I have wondered at the wisdom of this purchase.   I'm now not even sure it IS Kifstgate.   However, I have now decided that I don't care at all how dominating this rampant beast is - it just turns the garden into fairyland for at least 3 weeks every June.   It is just about at its most explosive best just now.   I thoroughly recommend it!

More crazy poppies

Mutant poppy centre in Saturday's sunshine

as above, today, fading in the rain

What a business woman - redcurrant story

Having had a surplus of redcurrants for the past several years, this year I thought I had come up with a bright idea to get some recompense for the hours and hours it takes to pick them.   So, I rang up the Waterside Inn in Bray and asked if they would be interested.   Chef was duly asked and said yes, they would like them if they are not too acid.   Hmm, well I thought it was worth a try.   So I wrapped the bowl up and beetled off to Bray this morning.   The charming young lady on reception said she would take them through and came back a few minutes later with my empty bowls (I had also taken a handful of alpine strawberries literally because I thought they would probably really appreciate them) and said:   "Chef said they are very nice.   Thank you very much."   I left chuckling to myself that I will never make a business woman, although I did have the presence of mind to leave my number and say I had some more but I would like some recompense for them.   Still, it is rather nice to know that the guests at the Waterside Inn are enjoying the fruits of my gardening labours - literally!

Here is a little shot of the very first pickings of raspberries and redcurrants last week.   I can't pick any more just now as - happily - it is raining!

Rain on mutant poppies

I ramble on too much.   Here are some pics of the most astonishing poppies - and another allium christophii, for good measure.

 

Late May views

View through arch as Kiftsgate begins to open

 This bank holiday I have been perfectly happy to see it rain although the garden itsself doesn't seem to have minded the dry weather and everything is still way ahead of usual.   One advantage of the dry weather has been that things haven't grown quite so out of control this year meaning less rushing out and staking things dripping with rain.   Also the grass has just about stayed green but hasn't needed cutting every 5 minutes.   Maybe all this is about to change....

Clematis and roses - this IS a bit of a jungle

 

Here are some general views as a contrast to this time last year.   Perhaps the most significant thing I have noticed is that for the first time the left hand side of the garden seems to be doing well - probably as it has more light since next door's high conifer has been removed.

Not a garden for tall people - the honeysuckle does its own thing and smells divine

The left side of the garden is flourishing - much helped by things which have self-set