Season of mists…

Atmospheric fog Sep 13

“Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness

Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;

Conspiring with him how to load and bless

AcornsWith fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run’

To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,

Last of grapes Sep 13And 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,

Pine conesUntil they think warm days will never cease,

For Summer has o’er-brimmed their clammy cells.”

John Keats, 1820

It’s been a mixed year for fruit; the locals will say it’s because it’s been the driest, or wettest, or coldest, or hottest year they’ve ever known.  All I know is that all our oranges, kumquats, lemons, apples and pears have come to nought.  Perhaps because we’ve over-watered, under-watered – your guess is as good as ours!  The trees were all planted three and a half years ago, and the only decent crop we’ve had was kumquats last year and the year before (they make great marmalade).

FigThe walnuts, hazelnuts and almonds have not borne fruit either this year, probably the battle to stay alive took too much out of them? We have five pomegranate trees, all lovely and healthy, producing one single fruit between them.  The three weeping mulberries gave us sweet pickings as we walked past, but nothing Nasturtiumworth gathering.  Figs?  We have eight trees and only one has produced, and even that was dismal.  This photo shows one of the last figs left on that tree, stubbornly clinging to the bough!  This little nasturtium has just appeared, obviously self-seeded.  We’ve about 12 olives, but all too young to give us any fruit.  October is the time you see faded tarpaulins randomly stretched out under the trees while someone with a long stick starts the vigorous process of harvesting the dark red balls.

We are on very high terrain, and the winds here can reach hurricane force at specific times of the year.  Yet our little wooden house stands proud and firm.  Ideal for a wind turbine, do I hear you say?  I will postpone writing about this and our other adventures with alternative energy for some future blogs.

Cabin sunset

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2 Responses to Season of mists…

  1. Zoe says:

    It really is very odd – aren’t you meant to be able to grow anything in Spain? Maybe you need to purchase a polytunnel to keep them all snugly within and perhaps then they’ll bear fruit…. Perhaps it’s a case of needing to mature for longer? Love the sunset pic – a new angle! x

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