tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238084856370735932.post6037403709252002212..comments2018-07-04T02:06:55.622+01:00Comments on Barking Mad in Amble by the Sea: Promises, Promises (Hay Among the Lovestacks)Ross Eldridgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09250071187770548501noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238084856370735932.post-37444980553170766812009-01-17T09:21:00.000+00:002009-01-17T09:21:00.000+00:00Hiya, Suz!Oh, the avocados ... I am allergic to av...Hiya, Suz!<BR/><BR/>Oh, the avocados ... I am allergic to avocado pollen and usually had a tree near enough to give me some grief. But I always welcomed the fruit. After Hurricane Fabian in 2003 my garden was covered in avocados that had blown sideways from a neighbour's home.<BR/><BR/>God was sending me guacamole!<BR/><BR/>When I was a wee sprog I visited our family home in Lancashire (not far from where Joyce's family is) and my grand-aunt had not done anything in the garden for many years, it was quite overgrown ... by strawberry plants. Those feral strawbs were just fabulous!<BR/><BR/>I did not mention mushrooms in the essay as I am so unsure of them. However, I'm sure my ancestors knew which were edible, if I don't. I certainly see fungi growing when I'm walking Cailean, and some look wonderfully tempting ... but I dare not try them. I need to take a course on the things, or get a taster!<BR/><BR/>There are many rose-hips about, brilliant reds and oranges just now, so many wild roses grow in the hedgerows. I suppose there is a drink to be made from those.<BR/><BR/>I need to write about a picnic in the Castlerigg Stone Circle ... 5,000 years ago!<BR/><BR/>R.Ross Eldridgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09250071187770548501noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238084856370735932.post-29564687502684026552009-01-17T03:56:00.000+00:002009-01-17T03:56:00.000+00:00lovely, dearest bolph!i'd love to learn to wildcra...lovely, dearest bolph!<BR/>i'd love to learn to wildcraft, to the point i could genuinely be confident that in the event of surviving armageddon i could forage and maybe even flourish. i had a big time picking raspberries this past summer, but once the samhain harvest is in i'm done.<BR/>i LOVE bermuda cherries and loquats, and totally don't share your guilt taint. i remember beverly lewis and i nicking navel oranges from ponyback and the ambrosial taste, warm from the sun. i have a bag in my fridge now and they don't even come close. in bermuda we had a prolific avocado tree, as well as loquats and bananas. i hated avocados then, the bananas bored me. that's the problem with paradise, when it's that familiar it's just SOOOO whatevah.<BR/>:) khairete<BR/>suzsuzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04232899709402267181noreply@blogger.com