In case you thought I was slipping and had forgotten to update the blog this week … you’d be right! I really must mend my ways.
I’ll start with the bad news. Sadly, the missing pea seeds, fork and gloves have failed to turn up. Clearly another one of life’s little mysteries! However all three have now been replaced, so it must only be a matter of time before they’re found.
We had a busy morning on the allotment on Saturday. David was on tying up duties. It’s a job I hate, but he is an excellent ‘tyer-upper’. On the other hand, he’ll find a multitude of urgent tasks to avoid weeding, while I’ll happily weed away for hours. It makes for a good division of labour.
Apart from David restraining the raspberries and sundry other plants and my weeding mission, there’s not a lot to report on the allotment at the moment. Weeding and picking are the order of the day. But so far, it’s all doing rather better this year than it did in 2010.
The perpetual spinach is amazing as always, and our haul of just over 3kg in one picking was an all-time record. Our biggest success this week was our first cauliflower though, and it was pretty good – even if I do say so myself.
I continue to be impressed by our onions grown from sets. The chicken poo pellets certainly worked, along with the weekly feed of ‘worm wine’ or ‘comfrey cordial’. They are certainly our biggest onion success so far.
The potatoes continue to torment me! Growing things underground is incredibly exciting … you just never know what’s there. I feel like a kid at Christmas who isn’t allowed to peep at the presents under the tree.
The potatoes have just started to die back, so I know it’s too soon to dig them up. Added to which, our 8 seed potatoes (we don’t really eat potatoes, so they’re a token crop) were planted by our 2 year old granddaughter at the end of February. And in about three weeks time our little treasure is coming to stay for a couple of days and is on a promise … she will get to dig up ‘her’ potatoes.
So, if I don’t blog next week, don’t be surprised to find I’ve died of curiosity fighting the Maris Piper temptation. Of course, perhaps I could just dig up one. She’d never know … she’s not old enough to count … just one … pleeeease …