I can make myself sick standing under a fig tree in summer. Well it's nt the standing there part that makes me sick. lol I never cooked a fig in my life. They never make it to the kitchen.
PS place of honour in my new garden is a cutting from my grandpa's fig tree back in Italy. He died in 2012, and that little tree is precious like diamonds to me. Dunno why I'm sharing this, but, well. Oh damn, here goes the waterworks!
Katherine, that is what makes our gardens so special and so loved! I have plants from my mother's garden and from my m-i-l and even a tiny slip of a veronica that came from the lady who used to clean for my mother in law and who became her friend. The lad's love always reminds me of the family day out when I saw it growing through a fence and pinched a cutting and the red campion that grows all over the garden came from one seed pod picked on another day out. I don't make a habit of nicking things, but grow some that I remember from gardens as a child. I've just been googling to try to identify a pretty yellow rose from my first childhood garden, which never had a name, so that I can try one here in my wild grass rose garden.
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Baked in the oven with goats cheese and honey for me please
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
Too gritty and seedy for me. Small flock of starlings locally. You lot can have what's left.
I can make myself sick standing under a fig tree in summer. Well it's nt the standing there part that makes me sick. lol I never cooked a fig in my life. They never make it to the kitchen.
PS place of honour in my new garden is a cutting from my grandpa's fig tree back in Italy. He died in 2012, and that little tree is precious like diamonds to me. Dunno why I'm sharing this, but, well. Oh damn, here goes the waterworks!
Katherine, that is what makes our gardens so special and so loved! I have plants from my mother's garden and from my m-i-l and even a tiny slip of a veronica that came from the lady who used to clean for my mother in law and who became her friend. The lad's love always reminds me of the family day out when I saw it growing through a fence and pinched a cutting and the red campion that grows all over the garden came from one seed pod picked on another day out. I don't make a habit of nicking things, but grow some that I remember from gardens as a child. I've just been googling to try to identify a pretty yellow rose from my first childhood garden, which never had a name, so that I can try one here in my wild grass rose garden.
I remember syrup of figs. Yuk!