May. 8th, 2007

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My tax is done and gone and replaced by medlars. More medlars than I can count. Two giant bags! (I had three but my students disappeared with a few, as was just and proper).

My year becomes more foodie by the minute. Can it remain this way *and* my waist shrink? Watch this space. No, not my waist. My waist will only go away of no-one looks at it.

What else happened today? Medlars. Lots of medlars. Drabbit, I already said that. And I'm going to say it on my other blog, too, except with a bit more intelligence. An excursion to Pialligo Apples on 24 June. Pialligo Apples, where there are medlar trees. And apples. And medlar trees. Organic. Two varieties (Dutch and Nottingham - I have a big bag of each.)

I realised just how strange the Italian written in Venice in the Middle Ages is, but compared with medlars that's of no great import.

I taught and my teaching included medlars, as did Charlemagne's list of stuff that gardens ought to contain. I did housework, but I forgot to vacuum under the bed, which means I need to do that in a great hurry, because medlars need that space to be undusty so they can do their thing.

Did I say 'medlars' yet?

PS Jonathan from Pialligo Apples just emailed. He has a few more kg of medlars if anyone else is interested. I tried hard, but did not entirely denude his trees :). Just let me know in the next day or so and I'll see what can be done. It means I get to meddle more in medlars :).

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