Finally got myself a shredder for the garden. I’ve been pruning the laurel today. A few times per year there’s a lot of pruning to be done, like recently the apple tree. I didn’t want to spent a lot of time again cutting the stems and branches back to a size that fit the waste container. And besides throwing away all that green material seemed a waste in itself.

So when I was done pruning the laurel and saw the heap of branches I cut, I measured the biggest branch and with the 3yr old visited the hardware store to get a shredder that could take it all.

With the shredder I made short work of it, and ended up with a very fragrant bag full of shredded laurel branches and leaves. I added it all back as mulch to the garden, which insects (now temperatures are dropping) and worms will enjoy. Much better than throwing it in the bin. A pleasing act, I found. The tribe of blue tits that uses our apple tree as a meeting place seemed in agreement, chattering above my head.

Some raspberries, strawberries and cherry tomatoes from our balcony. Raspberries were small but really sweet and tasty.


Had my first homegrown radish this morning. Nice sharp taste, great to liven up a salad.


Blueberries starting to color.


We have a little rooftop terrace and I am using it to try to grow berries and other things with the little one. The roof terrace has two advantages over the garden: it catches more sunlight, and the cats don’t go up there.

The plants have taken well it seems, are blooming, and even providing some harvest already.


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tomatoes and red pepper

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blossoming blackberries and red currants

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blueberries underway, and first raspberries

20190617_193441cucumbers coming up

For several weeks a pair of pigeons showed up every morning and evening looking for food in our garden. First they’d sit next to each other on the high fence, then one of them would come down first shortly after followed by the other. We’d watch them each day during breakfast.

This week however only one of them shows up every day. The other is no longer there. Did they split up? Did something happen to the other? Makes you wonder what it sounds like when doves cry.