All of the hard work that goes on behind the scenes has started to take shape in the fields.
The top field is planted with a new crop of black currants and we have added a field of gooseberries. 99 more words
In my intermittent effort to make space in my freezers, I was delighted to come upon a bag of black currants yesterday. Just the day before, while pruning my currant bushes, I’d been dazed by the musky fragrance of the wood—the same intoxicating fragrance that wafts from the fruit and leaves of the black currant.* (And perhaps most of all from the buds, for it’s the buds that the French collect for perfume.) And I’d suddenly realized that I’d neglected to make raw black currant jam last summer. 247 more words
Cold but beautifully sunny, yesterday was volunteer workday at Old Sleningford Farm in North Yorkshire. We love these days for so many reasons. For me, it is the opportunity to be amongst like-minded people and learn useful facts and techniques about growing (in a permaculture context). 164 more words