This is a map of our Orchard (November 2013). (Sorry you may need a magnifying glass to read the names of the trees - I will put a bigger version of the map in the Orchard folder shortly) All trees planted seem to be thriving. The beehive will be placed in the orchard shortly - as soon as the bees have settled into their/our new hive.
Alistair
Saturday, November 9, 2013
Monday, November 4, 2013
November 2013 Working Bee
We had a great afternoon tea at the working bee today. Some
of the great food included pikelets and NCG tree-ripened mulberry jam made by Dianne, cous cous
by Christine, a broad bean salad by Heather, a broad bean salad by Elizabeth, (Tanya's) olives by Heather and olives by Rebecca.
Lots of much-needed mulching and weeding was accomplished
around the perimeter of the gardens. We managed to neatly put back to the
outside of the fence all the logs and wood that were carelessly thrown into the
gardens by the mysterious mowing monsters.
We also discussed and walked around the proposed area for an
extension of the gardens to the south. And we discussed the mowing along the
outside of the gardens (along the east side next to railway lines).
Here are some photos taken today:
afternoon tea
Pierre de Ronsard rose (named in reference to Ronsard's (1524 -1585) poem "Ode to Cassandra")
Here's the poem:
- À CASSANDRE
- Mignonne, allons voir si la rose
- Qui ce matin avoit desclose
- Sa robe de pourpre au Soleil,
- A point perdu, ceste vesprée,
- Les plis de sa robe pourprée,
- Et son teint au votre pareil.
- Las ! voyez comme en peu d’espace,
- Mignonne, elle a dessus la place
- Las, las, ses beautés laissé choir !
- O vraiment marâtre Nature,
- Puis qu’une telle fleur ne dure
- Que du matin jusques au soir !
- Donc, si vous me croyez, mignonne,
- Tandis que votre âge fleuronne
- En sa plus verte nouveauté,
- Cueillez, cueillez votre jeunesse :
- Comme à cette fleur la vieillesse
- Fera ternir votre beauté.
- and in English:
- TO CASSANDRE
- Darling, let's see if the rose
- Who this morning had desclose
- His purple robe Sun,
- A lost point, cestus vespers,
- The folds of her purple dress,
- And your complexion like.
- Alas! see as little space
- Cute, she has over the place
- Weary, weary, let fall its beauties!
- O really stepmother Nature
- Can such a flower lasts
- That the morning even to the evening!
- So if you believe me, cute,
- While your age blossomed
- As greener novelty,
- Pick, pick your youth:
- As this flower old age
- Will tarnish your beauty.
- Alistair
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