Dumped...

I have been dumped by text, by the university. My gardego (gardening ego) has taken a blow from the learned land of researchers.

The backyard 'study' is suspended for now and would I like to leave my number with them for future potential?

They suggested we might get together another time.

Have you heard that one before?

'The Tropical Backyard: Nature and Culture relations in FNQ (Far North Queensland)' study is no more.

So I will dust off my gardego and life goes on.

There is soooo much news since my last post, I am tripping over myself.

There is a flowscape of chilli's, an abundance of lemons(plump from the wet season rains), a young, budding pineapple, a teenager called Jasmine, trips away to the Daintree and our rapidly drying lanscape.

There is the upcoming winter solstice, transplanting of seedlings into grown-up lands and pumpkin-leaf-tip recipes.

 There may even be an answer to the mystery of the cane toads of the plant world, those warty-orange-viney-things.

The young pumpkin nutured by mother nature was cooked and eaten in the honorary company of my wonderful friend, Nell. Her recipe for pumpkin soup is legendary and has traveled the country.

Over the years the fundamentals remain the same but I have tweaked it somewhat to suit the tropical environment. I use coconut cream instead of cream and jap pumpkin instead of butternut. I don't bother with the potatoes either, although it's a great way to either 'use some up' or make the soup go further to feed more mouths......

I read a book written on pumpkins by an Australian author, possibly Jackie French, who raved so much about the versitality of the Jap pumpkin, I have not had a butternut since I was convict-ed to England.

(More on my England experiences with pumpkins at a later date).

After the author stated butternuts as being a dry relation in the pumpkin family, I have mostly avoided hanging out with them.

Leaving nature to grow these jap pumpkins certainly paid off.

I only tipped out the compost bin which made me 4 pumpkins richer, (now only 3).

What a divine flavour and texture she was.

What a wonderful gift.

Thank-you.