Sometimes when you read back an email, you discover double meanings that aren’t too far from the truth… I had to compose this email because Dyson’s Chat and Phone are not being covered at the moment. I don’t really expect that their email is either, but who knows…
My Stick Dyson first complained of an obstruction a few weeks ago… and, when none could be found, decided to just stop working. (I suspect COVID-19 but my husband says a virus cannot survive in a vacuum…) Sorry for the decidedly noir humor but sometimes that’s all that keeps us sane these days.
So here I am with loads of time to keep my house and studio spic and span and my stick vac is down. Thankfully, I have a bigger corded vacuum but it’s a pain to lug out EVERYDAY into TWO different buildings, which is what we’re looking at right now when keeping things clean feels so urgent.
It appears, from your Troubleshooting page, that I need a new Main Body and cyclone.
How do I get one and how much will it cost?
A mere 2 hours later… I get this:
Good afternoon Roxanne,
Thank you for your email, and for providing us with those details.
I have been able to register the machine on an account for you and have ordered a replacement main body unit to be delivered to you free of charge under the machine’s 2 year guarantee. The part will be delivered to you in the next 5 working days.
Once it has arrived and is fitted, if any issue persists please let us know and we will be able to investigate further for you.
Gardening in a different climate makes one call into question the accumulated wisdom and practices of the past. For instance, I was taught to soak beans and peas for 24 hours before planting them. I don’t remember if that was before planting them in modules or planting seed in the ground once the bed was warm enough. If you’re planting in modules, does it make a difference? I don’t know, so we’re going to find out. I have three bean varieties for the keyhole raised bed veg garden outside my studio. Right now, the middle bed just has garlic and red onion… nothing going down the middle. It’s a good spot for a line of peas flanked by dwarf green beans. But I don’t want these to be decimated by slugs and snails so I’m going to grow them in the greenhouse until they are strong enough to survive those pests.
I have a module tray and I’m sowing eight seeds of three varieties, two of which are dwarf beans (‘Helios’ and ‘Maxi’) and one is a runner bean (‘Enorma’) that will get planted elsewhere using bamboo stick supports. Yesterday, I took 4 of each variety and soaked it on a cardboard tray in wet paper towel. These I left for 24 hours. Then I sowed dry beans every other row. Today, I planted the empty cells with the soaked beans. It was handy that each variety was a different color!
Should the control seeds (planted yesterday) germinate at the same time as the soaked seeds, I will conclude that there’s no advantage to soaking the beans before sowing. However, if the soaked seeds germinate and show their first leaves BEFORE the control seeds, I will know that there is a germination advantage to soaking. I will continue to see if there is any other effect by marking the soaked seed plants when I plant them out into the garden.
IN OTHER NEWS!
The tomato and basil seeds have sprouted!! And I spotted some corn shoots this afternoon. What a joy it is to have a greenhouse!!
I just ordered a raised bed from Quickcrop to do some “square foot” gardening. I’m going to use it for an experimental “Three Sisters” bed.
I’m going to try to do it the traditional native American way. Their technique was to put two fish at the bottom of the planting hole where the corn would go. This would feed the hungry corn and bean plants throughout the season. These fish were often menhaden (from munnawhatteaug — “that which manures”) and likely alewives (herring) which would be running up even small rivers around mid-April when planting time was approaching. When I was young, my parents would bring us to Cape Cod’s Stony Brook herring run in Brewster, usually on Patriot’s Day weekend, to watch the alewives jump the ladders that were all along the brook up to the mill pond—a tradition we kept with our own children when we moved from Ireland to Massachusetts back in the late ’70s. My problem will be finding “throwaway” fish during this COVID-19 pandemic… are the fishing boats still going out? I’ll be asking friends. I’ll need 32 for my 4×4 foot raised bed.
The type of beans native Americans grew 400-500 years ago would probably be less heavily productive than modern varieties, so they would have planted six to eight seeds around the corn once the stalk was about a foot high. To that they added squash (probably some kind of pumpkin) around the plot to let the squash ramble, providing cooling shade to the soil.
I’m planting a variety of sweet corn, ‘True Gold,’ that is supposed to work in our Irish climate. For beans, I’m using a purple French climbing bean, ‘Blauhilde’ (a Monty Don favourite as seen on Gardeners’ World). And then I’m using ‘Buttercup’ (Cucurbita maxima), a dark green winter squash with golden flesh that can be baked. I will keep a record here as I go along because I want to document this… for me and for anyone else who’s homesick for a taste of homegrown sweet corn.
I am starting these off in the greenhouse… the corn and beans in root-trainers because they don’t like their long roots disturbed, and the squash in 9 cm pots.
Gardening runs deep in my family’s culture. My Canadian cousins all seem to have a garden going and it’s the first thing you are invited to inspect when you stop by for a visit. My grandfather’s grandmother was a Mohawk from Kahnawake in Quebec, Canada, and he grew up in the Beauce region south of Quebec City. My grandmother grew up on a farm in Stornoway, the middle child in a family of 10 or 12. I’m never sure because my grandfather also had a huge family of brothers and sisters. They both grew up on tillage farms with tracts of sugar maples for sugaring in the spring. I have fond memories of dribbling wooden spoonfuls of the boiling hot syrup over pans of pristine snow to make maple candy, and Sunday brunches at the Cabane au Sucre in St. Eustache.
My grandmother grew the Three Sisters in her garden, but on a bigger scale than I can in our small garden. She also grew tomatoes, peas, onions, potatoes and whatever else she had room for. My love for Rhubarb comes from the row of red-stemmed plants that stretched along the brick foundation of her house. She would give my sisters and I each a small jar with some sugar at the bottom, instructing us to pull up a stalk, lick it, stick it into the jar, and eat it for a snack—but NOT the leaves! She also put up preserves of just about everything she harvested and would bring us cases of piccalilli (green tomato relish), apple jelly, apple sauce, stewed tomatoes and crisp green beans and pickles in jars. My mother had an entire wall of cabinets in our kitchen dedicated to storing these and other foodstuffs.
My mother’s cousin Gaëtan, who lives in Sherbrooke, south of Trois-Rivière and Quebec City, does an annual “corn shuck” family reunion in August. I haven’t been able to go for a few years, but the routine is this: they set out wheelbarrows filled with huge hessian bags of freshly picked corn… you pick out as many ears as you yourself commit to eat—no waste in this family! You shuck your own corn (the husks going into a pile to be shredded for compost) and pop the ears into the already boiling water. You get yourself another beer or lemonade and fill up your plate with cold chicken, potato salad, green salad… and your hot buttery corn.
However, I now live in Ireland, not known for the kind of weather best suited to sweet corn—at least, not until recent summers. Nevertheless, I am homesick for the taste of real late August sweet corn. Not the starchy frozen stuff you find in shops, but the kind you only get when you can pick the ear off the stalk when the water is boiling and then serve salted and dripping with butter. Bliss!
During this COVID-19 situation, our household — along with the rest in our village — is “self isolating”. It’s not too difficult if you are already a bit of an introvert, love books, and have a garden. While the daffodils have been up for a while and more flowers are blooming, there are other things happening in the garden that lighten the heart and mind. I decided to document them…
Our crabapple tree (Malus ‘Gorgeous’) is all a-bud!
The Primrose “sports” my brother-in-law gave us last year, which we planted in the rockery, are in bloom and naturalizing well.
I’ve been spending time in the new greenhouse sowing seeds. I especially want to try a “Three Sisters” plot — sweet corn, climbing beans and winter squash. So on Saturday — the Spring Equinox — I set to putting my seeds in root trainers and pots. I’m still preparing the soil where this plot will go. But I’m looking forward to some real corn on the cob in August!
It’s the Vernal Equinox… I’ll be planting stuff in the greenhouse — which is finally DONE! We brought our Heron decoy out and put her at the top of our little waterfall. I don’t think she fools anyone but she looks lovely.
Here’s what’s growing:
The rainbow chard planted last autumn is STILL going — cut-and-come-again!
These primroses were transplanted from another bed to the front garden under the hydrangea. They have really thrived!
This is my favorite shrub — a spring flowering viburnum at the front wall that smells amazing!
The hellebore keep flowering.
The Tête-a-tête narcissus are still going strong in the “bulb lasagne” and the tulips are just starting to bud. Thank you, Monty Don, for this GREAT idea… I’ve been enjoying the two pots I planted up all winter.
Roxanne O’Connell is a writer, needlewoman and gardener living in West Waterford, Ireland with her musician-writer husband, Robbie. Together, they are working on a BIG garden project: stripping away everything that was lawn and planting a permaculture, edible garden that will be nature friendly and pleasing to the senses.
I made my goal! Thanks to everyone that supported me!!