Wednesday, August 22, 2007

More Whingeing

Speaking of tea, the gardeners at the Horniman Museum gardens have planted Camellia sinensis this year. It will be interesting to see how well it grows here on the misty moisty slopes and rarefied air of Forest Hill. Hmmm, I never thought of growing my own tea before.
Meanwhile , I've taken to sitting, crumpled in the potting shed staring out into the sodden gray yonder. And lo and behold found there the birdhouse gourds that I grew last year. They are completely dry now, so I've started cutting little circular doorways in them. Very easy with an exacto blade, rather like cork. Rattling them I imagined a couple of seeds inside but have found over a hundred in each fruit. In other words, I've got more than enough and if anyone wants some just let me know. Otherwise I suggest contacting Chris Bauer, the UK branch of Kokopelli Seeds for a good selection of gourd shapes.

Four to suit tits and two for robins or tree sparrows.


Anonymous said...

I'm haunted by the bushy eyebrowed man and no longer make tea with reboiled water. Otherwise I feel like I've somehow let him down. Oh well... I'm enjoying my properly made tea thanks to the 6 step program.

Anonymous said...

Me too, haunted. After his right eye twitched in the first few minutes I had to watch the whole thing to see if it would happen again.

Anonymous said...

I know what you mean. And it never happened again. That's even spookier isn't it?

Misshathorn said...

B, you have resurfaced!
Yes he was mesmeric. I'm just glad they gave mother a chance to add her 2 cents worth. She clearly hadn't been able to teach her daughter to make a cup of tea but she seemed to know a thing or two about polishing.