Showing posts with label Secret Garden. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Secret Garden. Show all posts

Saturday, 22 March 2014

Going Nuts

After the disappointment of discovering that the bountiful chestnut tree was laden to capacity with sterile and shrivelled fruit, it was an extra pleasant surprise to encounter the start of what appears to be a reasonably good 2013/14 crop of walnuts from our walnut tree, whose fruit have started to mature quite quickly.

From early childhood, we only knew walnuts as part of the Christmas fare, once a year when packets of mixed nuts were bought and served as festive snacks. Occasionally, one would buy the odd packet for inclusion in trifles and selected baking.

Although Bianca did not keep an accurate record of the 2012/13 walnut delivery, she recalls that there was quite a bit of eating that took place during the harvesting and preparation processes, and that “a number” of bags of nuts were stored in the deep freeze – if fact, as evidence, the last bag is still preserved there!

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(Above): The walnut tree, centre of left, with the light green leaves is located in a good sunny spot  in the Secret Garden. It does not lend itself to any sort of climbing, so you need a stout pole with a hook to gently shake the upper branches. Then mind you head, or a hard nut might land on your nut.

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(Above): Spot the Walnuts.  Ripe fruit which is fully mature or part of a windfall on the ground among the leaves are not so easy to detect when one is visually challenged. I tried to find errant nuts, wearing my reading glasses and crouched over like the Hunchback of Notre Dame, but still failed to see some of them – luckily, we’ve got younger family members who can spot a needle in a haystack. Needless to say that we’re not searching for needles.

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(Above): In the past, I have not been exposed to walnut trees. This out of focus –apologies – photo, shows the stages of development of the walnut. On the tree, a dark green berry starts swelling and changing colour first to a lighter shade (1) and then a leathery brown (2), which pops open and expels the nut in a textured brown husk (3)

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(Above): Bianca and Brynn arrived from a trip to the Secret Garden, with a basketful of peaches and walnuts.

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(Above): The first step of the treatment was to clean and disinfect the husks before opening. You can never tell which dog has done what on top of the nuts, or perhaps the possums have been there spreading their germs. So, we scrub and rinse in clean water containing a dash of bleach. All the black afterbirth “hair” gets removed from the husks, hence the dark colour of the water.

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(Above): The cleaned and towel-dried fruit ready for the oven, are allowed to air dry for a while.

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(Above): The nuts are spread out on a baking tray in a single layer to dry and toast evenly in the oven for 10 to 15 minutes. This minimises any bitterness which may be present. The nuts can also be shelled and then roasted in the oven or toasted in a frying pan on the stove top.

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(Above): The first crop of this year’s harvest yielded a quarter kilo for freezing. The rest has been consumed by the nut-workers!

Monday, 13 January 2014

Goat Hill revisited

People usually give “pet” names to parts of their property, so that others will understand the location of a particular subject of conversation. Just so, we have developed a couple of such names, mostly quite coincidentally rather by conscious aforethought.

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The MAIN LAWN is not really a pet name – it is really a statement of fact.

The ORCHARD is the area where a number of fruit trees are located, so I like to call it the Orchard, although it probably falls far short of the definition: “An orchard is an intentional planting of trees or shrubs that is maintained for food production”, but we probably comply with half the definition.

The SNAKE: This is a long curvy fairly wide flowerbed which separates the lawn directly in front of the house from the main lawn. Clayton referred to it as this no-name viper, so the name has stuck in my mind.

The SECRET GARDEN: When they first moved in, Brynn explored the gardens (as is the habit of any five-year-old). Being of short stature, she crept between some of the shrubs and discovered, al-la-Alice style, a “secret” garden on the other side! I’m not entirely sure whether these are the accurate facts, but I claim them in the name of poetic licence.

The VEGE PATCH and the HEN RUN are demarcated, but, as yet, they are not fully functioning agricultural centres of excellence. Clayton and Tyler have propagated a mealie-patch as well as a number of rows of fairly good-looking tomato plants.

That leaves us with GOAT HILL, previously referred to as Binnie Hill (a female “Billy” goat to be hired for plot-clearing purposes). The advent of the goat is still a future project, so the brambles and vegetation remains uneaten. Because of Goat Hill’s apparently daunting terrain, I had not previously ventured past the fencing which separates this 2,000 square metre natural wilderness from the  main lawn, kept trim by Clayton and Tyler.

Had this been South Africa, I would have only entered under the supervision of an expert snake catcher, crocodile hunter and general wild-creature-tamer. Tangled bush and long grass and all that stuff, you understand… But this is New Zealand, and a New Life, so Brynn could lead the way for me!

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From about half-way down a fairly steep incline, this is the view (0549 and 0551) towards the wooden fence, a little way beyond those trees at the top. The surroundings are quite pristine and natural -- brambles, grasses and stuff…
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The slope gradually flattens out near the bottom of Goat Hill, where we find a mini-forest in which I imagined we might encounter Harry Potter. If that was so, then he was out to-day, probably gone to the movies…

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Granny and Brynn explore the forest:  With a  bit of clearing up of dead branches and so on, a log or two for seats, and we have a wonderful sheltered and quiet retreat in nature to read a book, contemplate the purpose of life, or simply perhaps just relax in a hammock. But, before the relaxation, there is that little bit of input to be made on our part (including clearing a reasonable footpath through the long grass from the top! – that will be a separate blog one day, hopefully in the near future.)

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Clayton, a-la-gumboots, surveys the state of the woods from a flat area.

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The gum-boot gang lead the party back up the incline of Goat Hill from the Potter Forest. Maybe we can start writing best-selling novels?