Ah, primavera!
That lovely spring feeling is continuing. It’s strange then to see at first glance what looks like snow, in the trees and the fields. Closer inspection reveals wild plum bushes bursting with white blossom and meadows of daisies.
So the warmer weather has seen us donning those lovely blue dungarees and doing some landscape gardening. The back of the house has a huge mound of enormous rocks and stones from the holes made in the walls so we’ve been using those to make a rockery and discovering a hidden talent for dry stone walling. Not bad, eh?
Meanwhile there are those of you who will be pleased that the first seedlings are sprouting, here broad beans and sweet peas. The leeks are up too and many others beginning to poke through. Our cold frames have been made from the old window frames balanced on breeze blocks.
Plus the super spuds are going from strength to strength, with a second batch not far behind. Helpful Luis handed over a box of some too so, if they all work, they’ll be about 40 plants – a whole bed full of tatties! The tunnel cloche over them was removed today as I decided that it was now warm enough. Not without some trepidation though – the bunnies have been seen with napkins around their necks and a glint in their eyes. The gate has been covered in chicken wire and the other entrance to the veg garden near the house has been blocked off with corrugated iron (not the prettiest of sights but will have to do for now), so fingers crossed! (And we are perfecting a wonderful Nigel Slater rabbit dish just in case…)
The second cloche remains up for the mo protecting onions and carrots although it seems to get very hot inside. I opened one end up the other day and my glasses immediately steamed up… the plastic covering is lifted when we’re around but until I’m convinced that Brer Rabbit and his friends won’t be round for a sneaky supper it’s staying put. We’re really looking forward to having a barbecue in the garden in the not too distant future – coelho kebabs, perhaps?












nd how nice that would be if we could say that at last the builders are busy on the house. Alas, that’s not to be – although it does seem that the paperwork is done. Now it’s a matter of getting it all approved, and for that we need the officials to be in their offices… well, it is Christmas I suppose and things do wind down this time of the year…
And the garden plot has had a lot of work on it now. The last three beds were weeded (and the stones removed), then covered with paper and finally with grass. The idea being that this will prevent the weeds returning (ha!) and also add some nutrients to the soil. The worms should come up and break everything down. For those interested the compost heap has grown (and shrunk), we have made another compost box for all the horse manure we’re collecting (thanks, Dolly), and there is now comfrey root growing in pots (I hope) which will grow huge leaves that make fantastic organic fertiliser. Well, that’s the idea anyway. The most successful gardeners look after the soil rather than the plants, it is said, so at this rate I should have the best produce in town! (When Luis saw us digging up the brambles he scoffed and suggested his tractor friend Tony come round and sprinkle poison over everything!)

Don’t laugh – we are taking this very seriously!
We have one neighbour – Sr Luis and his wife Laurinda live in a new flash house opposite us. There’s nothing Luis likes better than leaning on the wall and giving us advice, basically telling us what we’re doing is wrong. In fact, there is something he likes doing better – and that’s popping over and helping out. So he was in his element with his big orange tractor helping us to remove all the huge stones in the land. And then we couldn’t stop him from knocking over the old pigsty (or whatever it was) which is now a big pile of broken cement blocks.
It was Luis who got Tony round (they’re both 71!) to pulverise all the weeds and brambles with his big red tractor.
One area is now home for the raised beds. These have been covered with carpets pulled up from the bedrooms with the aim of killing the weeds (although we have yet to find someone who thinks this will work) and so our next task is to find some manure… At the end of the working day we usually find ourselves in a little bar (at home with the other workers in our dirty clothes and big white truck) downing a bottle of Sagres and a pastel de nata or two. Today we celebrated buying 82 square metres of terracotta floor tiling for 7 Euros a square metre, surely a bargain?
We have also found time to visit the different local markets, numerous construction material sites and garden centres, and go on a long walk into the hills and forest behind where we are staying for the time being. Oh yes, we also went to the local festa where the main attraction was… tractors. Ah, country life!