Astonishingly I’ve managed a #Sixon Saturday today – here we go – First of all in the pic above is a bunch of flowers from the garden for my Mum, all blues and purples and whites: lavender (still flowering), a deep purple salvia, white cosmos, blue phacelia. (that’s all the purples though)
The sun is still reaching the back of the garden and these Shropshire Lad roses are just gorgeous. They smell as good as they look.
The roses in the front garden are also still doing well. The one above is a Gertrude Jekyll.
Also in the sun in the front garden are these entirely self-seeded, but perfect none-the-less, garlic chive flowers. They seem to thrive in a stony bit of soil beside the paving at the front gate. And why not? Lots of seed pods there for them to throw themselves around the rest of the street and delight all the neighbours.
This tiny little viburnum flower has a really strong scent that hits you as you walk past. Small but perfect.
Finally, I picked the last of the Howgate Wonder apples – twenty today. I’ve kind of lost count but I think that’s been about seventy in total this year from just this one tree.
I had to celebrate by doing some baking. I took some of this Dorset apple cake to my mother’s. Here’s what’s left, recipe from The Apple Book by Jane Simpson and Gill MacLennan.
Dorset Apple Cake
- 125g butter
- 125g brown sugar
- 1 egg
- 250g self-raising flour
- 450g apples
- 50g raisins or sultanas
- 1 tsp ginger
- 1tsp cinnamon
- Melt the butter in a pan and allow to cool.
- Add the sugar and the egg and beat well.
- Stir in the flour and mix together well.
- Peel and slice the apples (or don’t bother peeling if they are very beautiful like mine)
- Press about half the dough mixture into a loose bottomed cake tin
- Arrange the apples on top
- Sprinkle on the raisins and the spices
- Press the other half of the dough mixture on top
- Bake in an oven at about 180degrees for about 40 minutes
Best eaten warm or left to cool – it will fall apart if you try and move it while its still warm (as mine did). It’s probably a pudding rather than a cake but just as good.
That’s my six. Not much gardening done after I took the photos and harvested the apples – the rest of the day was spent delivering the flowers and the cake to my Mum and watching squirrel acrobatics in the tree opposite her flat. Glad they were there rather than in my garden but very entertaining nevertheless.