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are very few named varieties of nectarines. Mrs. Farrow's tree, being a hybrid, has no name, so perhaps someone may come up with one. All named varieties are grafted or budded onto special rootstocks. Seedlings normally take years to fruit and are generally of very poor quality, so this one is very special. Mrs. Farrow tells me it is kept in a conservatory in its ten inch pot. It is fed with tomato feed, and gets a light pruning each year, keeping young shoots to crop next season; for like its cousin the peach, nectarines flower on one year old wood. Watch out for a record crop in 2006!!
Our harvest celebration in the Parish Church is to be on Friday October 7th. Some weeks away yet, but flowers, that late in the season, are likely to be scarce; especially if we have any ground frosts. The Michaelmas Daisy family usually are still with us at this time, along with produce from the garden, so earmark a few items for the celebration, and make our church a 'Junior Autumn Chelsea Show.'
Well done to all those who opened their gardens last month, and also, to all who came to the Village Hall, and supported our ancient Parish Church. A special thank you to the workers who provided first-class refreshments in the hall. Where would we be without their help?
Dick Robinson
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Garden Humour
An old man lived alone, his only son was in jail. He wanted to dig his garden over. The old man wrote to his son about his predicament. Dear Son, I am feeling bad because I won't be able to plant my potato garden this year. I'm just getting too old to be digging. If you were here, I know you would dig the plot for me. Love, Dad A few days later he received a letter from his son. Dear Dad, For heaven's sake, don't dig up the garden plot, that's where I buried the loot!! Love, Son At 4 a.m. the next morning, the local police showed up and dug up the entire area without finding any loot. They apologized to the old man and left. A few days later the old man received another letter from his son. Dear Dad, Go ahead and plant the potatoes now. That's the best I could do under the circumstances. Love, Son
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