I love a lazy Sunday and, after a hard day of working in the garden yesterday, was looking forward to a nice lie-in today. Unfortunately, mother nature, like all mothers everywhere, declared that I was wasting the best part of the day and should get out of that smelly pit and into the sunshine. Just to make sure I did, she blew a big old storm through Houston and took out our lovely big fig tree last night:
This is the scene that greeted us this morning. The big bit of the tree came down on most of the rest of it and knackered all that too.
Looks like it had a bit of wear and tear, so something was wrong with it anyway. Wish it would have told me. It was sprouting fruit like mad and looking very healthy.
You can see a little black spot in the trunk. This is more pronounced in some of the other parts, so it was rotting from the inside. I wonder if it could be termites? It could also be damage to the root system from when we had a drain put in right past it earlier this year. Whatever it is, we're a little bummed out. The tree threw lots of shade over our bedroom windows. Might have to invest in curtains now. If anyone needs me, I'll be outside for the rest of the morning I guess.
4 comments:
So no fig pudding for Christmas then? how about the other fruits from your orchard? Anything left beside the cayenne pepper plant?
Nope. All we've got is cayenne peppers. Millions of 'em. The herb garden's still doing okay, We've loads of oregano, rosemary and whatever Tim's not eaten of the parsley. I think the summer got too hot, too early and the irrigation system kept leaking and flooding next door's garden. I'll sort it at some point.
That's a shame about your tree. We also had a huge thunder and lightning storm yesterday morning but everything in the garden survived. I hope you're not moaning about hot weather; we have had mainly cold windy wet weather with just a few odd hours of sunshine this year. Still, I hate gardening so the bad weather gives me an excuse to stay in and do other things. Like washing, ironing, cleaning, booo!
I'm not moaning about hot weather. I'll take no tomatoes over cold wind any day of the week.
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