A strong wind flattened my runner beans this afternoon. My carefully constructed bean frame with a crossbar, simply gave way, and some of the bamboo stakes snapped. When the wind had died down, I extracted some stronger stakes from the garden shed and began a repair. I incorporated the old hen run gate (itself a repurposed trellis) and pieces of twine. I’m not entirely confident that it will stand up to another strong wind.


I watered the beans to help them recover from their ordeal. They were looking limp – as are the lettuces in the greenhouse (also a makeshift structure), and the lettuces in the vertical garden which are attracting ants for some reason.


I suspect Mum is okay with a haphazard repair to her broken hip. She is ignoring the physiotherapist’s advice to exercise to get her circulation going and to improve her strength. My brother suggests I withhold her porridge until she’s done her exercises – porridge being her favourite thing. No wonder her siblings called her ‘The Biz’!
An imperfect note on which to end the year, perhaps, with more makeshift repairs to come – no doubt about it. Happy new year!
Itâs 2.30 am and I just had to close the south window in my bedroom because of the wretched wind. Happy New Year!
I hope the broad beans and your other plants recover.
Deb and I are now drinking tea: Irish Black for Deb and Himalayan Evergreen Spring for me.
Deb is recovering well from her gallbladder op and weâre eating healthy chicken-based things at the moment as she has to avoid fatty foods.
I hope your mumâs hip is healing even if she is ignoring the physiotherapist’s advice.
All the best to you both (and Felix, of course). ð
Love,
Miraz
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Mending and making do is something our generation, and the older one, are good at. Happy New Year!
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That is true! Happy New Year!
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