Welcome to Matron's Squashblog
Squashblog has been published today. It seems that because I started the draft document on 27th October, that is where it is!... see below and enjoy!
A celebration of colour!

Welcome to Matron's Squashblog!
Welcome to Matron's Squashblog. Many thanks to all of you who contributed, I have posted them below with a link to your blog. I hope you enjoyed my contribution above, he's got a face only a Mother could love, hasn't he?
The origins of Hallowe'en date back over 2000 years to the ancient Celtic festival of Samhain (pronounced sow-in). This festival, which means the end of Summer, celebrated the end of harvest and the beginning of the Celtic new year on November 1st. All Saints' Day is said to fall on this day when souls walked the Earth. In early Christian tradition souls were released from purgatory for 48 hours on All Hallow's Eve. Spooky!







Purple Hyacinth Beans
A Runner Bean Question?
There are still a few days left to take a photo of your best pumpkin or squash and email them to me for Matron's Squashblog which will be posted on 30th October. See posts below for details.
Book Recommendation
It's National Apple Day Today!
Growing Mushrooms - Week 5
Drying Chillis
As you can see in this picture I have strung them up. You can do this by taking a needle and some thread and pushing the needle through the hard green stalk it should stay put as long as you need it. Chillis need to dry in a WARM place and not just on any windowsill otherwise they will go mouldy. Hang them up over a warm radiator in your living room, or inside your airing cupboard. Featured here are 'Numex Twilight' and 'Joe's Long'.
Matron's Squashblog!
The National Fruit Collection
Garden tidy up
Ode to Autumn
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on the granary floor, Thy hair soft- lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook; Or by a cider press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
Where are the songs of Spring? Aye, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,- While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge -crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden -croft; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Last pickings
Next post will include update from my mushroom crop! Definitely signs of life in the garage.
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