You can usually buy cherry trees for around €3 in the autumn in Portugal. I'd plant a few in each place and see which does best.
I'm a bit further north than you, just a little south of the main cherry growing area of Fudao, and cherries grow really well here. Just don't be tempted to use bone-sauce on the cherry trees to keep critters away - it seems to react badly with them and kill them, as I found out to my cost.
I like Dutch hoes, but the cheap nasty one we took to Portugal with us when we left the UK has worn out and I wanted a replacement. It seems they don't exist in Portugal, so I asked my friend to rummage around in his barn to see if he could find one.
At first he couldn't, so he made me one to suit my needs - 4" wide to fit between the plants in my raised beds, a nice sharp edge, 2mm steel which should be adequately strong for me but not too heavy. It's welded rather than one piece but as it was made specially for me he used quality materials so I'm not expecting it to fall apart in a hurry.
Then he stumbled on an old 5" cast one, rather elegant and beautifully made but possibly a little big for my needs. I haven't got them home yet but I'll fit handles and give them a good work out when I do.
It's quite pretty, grows wild around our part of the world but is also grown as a garden plant. I haven't found any real use for it yet, but then I don't think I've ever really looked. Perhaps I should...
I've never used branded trugs, but I buy very similar ones made from recycled rubber from the builders merchants. They are virtually indestructable!
We use them for carrying concrete, one person each side - they really are that strong! I also use them for rock picking, laundry, hauling compost, anything really. I love that you can carry lighter things in one hand and the same thing is strong enough for the toughest, heaviest jobs. We have some that are ten years old and have been outside in the summer sun and are still as good as new. I have one I drilled holes in the bottom of so I can rinse stuff in it. I think they cost €3.50 each so they are very affordable, too.
If I'd been the one to find that post first, I'd have deleted it without a second thought. If asked I'd have said something like 'permies is not to be used for the promotion of toxic gick, it is about searching for better ways'. But there was so much more wrong with that post that I would never have bothered with a probation, just removed it and hurled apple cores at it.
Why do you think it was Roberto who put in on probation? There are a whole load of us here behind the scenes..
And then there is European law that dictates how much fruit must be used to make jam. And, therefore, that a carrot is a fruit because carrot jam is awesome and couldn't possibly be legislated against.
There are a whole load of photos on that page, of a whole load of traditional cooking practices. Also some photos which include my very good friend Ruço - I'm sure you'll guess which one he is...
I always meant to go back to the village with my camera to take a series of photos of the place that raises sheep, uses them to clear grass for fire protection, and makes fantastic cheeses, but I'm not sure I'm going to be able to do that now. Maybe one day...
I've recently managed to get my hands on two mexican seedlings which are much more frost hardy than other types. Apparently they will cope better with both frost and heat after they are a couple of years old so I'm nursing mine in pots until the bark has thickened up. I also have a Fuerte and a Bacon and I'm hoping to cross breed them with the mexicolas (they are a mexican landrace, grown from seed, not grafted) and try to breed something with bigger fruit but retaining the cold hardiness.
I'm still reeling from having been through this with my husband, which is why you havn't seen much of me for the last six months or so. One thing I can tell though is this - if you're not experiencing it already, you are about to experience the deepest, strongest love you've ever felt with your wife, and discover the true meaning of that 'two shall become one flesh' thing. There will be good days and bad days, there will be days you'll be able to talk about all the things that you somehow forgot to talk about all those other years, and days where the two of you will just sit/lie side by side and there is no need for words, just companionship and someone to speak for you and care for you.
And on a secodary note, when oh when will we learn that the jobs we do to support the families we love are sometimes what cause us to be lost to those same families. For anyone reading this, please look at the dangers in what you to, be they x-rays or toxic chemicals or whatever, and think what effects they might have in years to come. We really, really need to find better ways.
All my love to you Travis, and to your wife too. xxxxxxxxxxx
Steve Farmer wrote:Your multicoloured cob is expressing the mixed genes from the parents of the plant the cob grew on, not the pollinator of that cob.
To see the results of the most recent cross pollination you would have to plant the seeds off that cob.
And here's where a little knowledge can be, well, maybe not dangerous but at least inadequate to provide accurate answers.
When I was in uni, we did an experiment growing out different coloured corn seeds and calulating the amount of cross pollination based on the colour ratios of the kernels on the resulting cobs. It does't work for most plants, but in corn the layer of cells responsible for the colour of the kernel is produced by cells of the seed itself, not cells of the maternal plant, so it does indeed express the mixed genes of the parents.
I'm sure Carol Deppe talked about this in her plant breeding book too.
On a slightly related note, I once attended a lecture by Steve Jones where he talked a little about his research work on the genetics of stripe patterns on the shells of the local snails. It turned out, if I remember correctly, that the patterns on the shells represented the genetics of the *grandparents* of the snails who carried the shells. Took him ages to figure it out. I still feel a little guilty about that day as it was only a few weeks after my son was born and I turned up at the lecture hall with him in my arms, only to discover that the only available seats were right at the top/back of the hall and the exits were at the front, so I'd have to race down past everyone if he started crying. Steve, who despite being an expert in human genetics had never had any kids of his own, took it all in his stride and every time he came up with lines about stretching our DNA out to the moon, he'd refer to 'our young friend at the back' and I'd have to hold him up to illustrate. He even came up for a chat later about the latest discoveries about the importance of telomeres, but he got distracted cooing at the baby part way through and I was forced to admit that I hadn't read all the article about it in the latest Scientific American magazine 'cos I kept getting distracted too. It's important to keep genetics practical, not just theoretical!