Friday, March 31, 2006
Monday - Acupuncture during lunch break with Christopher
Tuesday - Healing with Barbara
Wednesday - A cabbage with Rowan
Thursday - Supplements with Alison
Friday - Beer with Spouse
Saturday - Sitting in the greenhouse issuing instructions. Obviously a long way to go before a full recovery enables me to dig, weed or do anything too strenuous.
I can see myself starting bird-blog at this rate...
Note to Self: Get a life.
Being a fan of the Horticultural blog I was stunned to hear the distinct tones of an Ice-Cream van in the road adjoining the Allotments. Apologies to Jane for doubting her post. A surreal 'mad March' moment in the greenhouse.
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Definition of cabbage: UK OFFENSIVE a person who has lost all their powers of thought or speech.
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
I have also bought some of her comfrey cream to rub on Spouse's broken elbow as he refuses to drink it in tea or tincture form. He went for his hospital check up last week and has been instructed not to 'endanger' himself until his next check-up in 3 months. Spouse is now arguing that digging and forking allotments counts as 'endangering'. Hmmm
Monday, March 27, 2006
I'm not the pheasant plucker, I'm the pheasant plucker's mate,
And I'm only plucking pheasants 'cause the pheasant plucker's late.
I'm not the pheasant plucker, I'm the pheasant plucker's son,
And I'm only plucking pheasants till the pheasant pluckers come.
Sunday, March 26, 2006
I am highly skilled in the subtle arts of killing seedlings and although I took great care with the dibber and only touched the leaves, I fully expect a tray of dead plants by the end of the week.
Saturday, March 25, 2006
If both of the above fail, plan C appeared in the garden pond today - frogs. They are back for the first time this year and we should see some spawn in the next few days. I will bury our old washing-up bowl on the allotment, fill it with water and frog spawn which I hope will grow into slug devouring frogs.
We came back from the allotment for lunch hoping to see some nesting material but there's no sign of them this afternoon.
Friday, March 24, 2006
It is pouring with rain in Hereford today which means the water butt should get a good top up. If it carries on over the weekend we can sow some seeds in the 'heated' greenhouse.
Thursday, March 23, 2006
There are 6 nozzles, each of which can be adjusted and I hope that they are now set correctly. I am very tempted to order another one for the tomatoes...
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
The idea was to dig down at least 2 Ft however Allotment 21 has, according to Spouse, the dubious benefit of being right on top of a seam of glacial gravel. Now although Spouse is no geologist, he has been on a hole-digging course at work and is brilliant at finding thousands of health and safety reasons why they can't be dug.
We have lined our shallower-than-usual trench with moisture retaining cardboard, shoveled in a thick layer of manure and topped the lot off with soil. Hopefully the beans will never know.
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Our own Anti Pesto Squad are on red alert as the RIVALS have posted a comment on this very blog... Sheds have ears...
Monday, March 20, 2006
Our garlic is doing really well, it obviously thrives during cold spring weather and the fleece has protected the bulbs from the birds. This week I have weeded the bed and covered it with netting rather than the fleece tunnels. I reckon future weeding will be much easier if I can just lift the netting rather than removing the tunnels.
Definition of Peasant:
(noun) a person who owns or rents a small piece of land and grows crops, keeps animals, etc. on it, especially one who has a low income, very little education and a low social position.
Sunday, March 19, 2006
I've noticed that one or two of the other allotment blogs have a musical bent and was therefore very pleased when my Godson Morgan appeared on site today together with his sister Tilly.
Tilly had come hot-footed from winning a prestigious flute playing competition and was persuaded to give the salad seedlings an impromptu concert. I will have to dig out my recorder and perform to the marrow next week, perhaps that old Blow Monkeys tune, 'Digging your Scene'.
Go for it Den...
Friday, March 17, 2006
"The slimie substance of the roote made in a posset of ale, and given to drinke against the paine in the back, gotten by any violent motion, as wrestling, or overmuch use of women, doth in fower or five daies perfectly cure the same..."
I'm sure Spouse will be relieved to know this, next time he fancies a bout of wrestling.
Thursday, March 16, 2006
I fear that she has a bit of a comfrey fixation because she insisted that Spouse drink comfrey tea to speed up the healing of his broken arm last September. Spouse refused point blank after the first sip which means I have a large bag of the foul tasting stuff handy. Turns out that only fresh comfrey will do for the plant food and joy oh joy it will "stink".
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
The giant marrow seeds have arrived from the chap pictured on the right here with his award winning veg. I am not giving too much away because blogs have ears and our rivals are watching... This is what the website said about them:
"If you fancy growing a giant marrow, either for competition or just to impress your friends, this is a guaranteed winner. It has the pedigree to grow to an immense size and has been re selected by the world record grower Richard Hope of Wigan. Believe it or not this monster is capable of growing to between 60 and 100lbs – Richard grew one in 2004 weighing 84 lbs."
The yoga teacher at work has convinced me to sow the marrow seeds according to the phases of the moon although the medical herbalist swears by women's intuition. I am going to hedge my bets and do a bit of both. Clare will start reiki-ing as soon as they are sown and I might even get her to make up some aromatherapy oils to burn in the greenhouse. If you are mad enough to sponsor the soon-to-be-giant marrow, you obviously need your head examining. Our counsellor has already made a pledge.
Monday, March 13, 2006
Witness our specimen yesterday bravely appearing through the snow. Not sure if the snow is a good thing or bad thing for rhubarb and Spouse reckons we should cover it with manure. Now it is a prized trendy plant I am sure we will be fighting over custardy...
(from the Den school of punnery!)
Sunday, March 12, 2006
Spouse was rather tender this morning following 5 pints of beer last night and it took a cooked breakfast to get him moving. A phonecall from Steve scuppered the allotment plans as snow would prevent us from doing any digging. Spouse and I decided that we would take a walk up there just to check all was well and get some fresh air.
The allotment is a 20 minute walk from home which was lovely in the snow, there was nobody on the site and I was relieved to see the greenhouse thermometer was above freezing. Still fed up about the brandywine tomatoes I lifted the propagator lid to display our failed crop to Spouse. Lo and behold there was a sign of life, amazing in all this freezing weather. Tomatoes obviously pay no heed to all the expert advice in gardening books.
The jiffy 7's were very dry and we gave the fledgling brandywine some water before locking up the greenhouse. For a brief moment I did consider bringing the almost-sprouting tomato home where it is warm but I figured that it has managed to get this far in the greenhouse so it might as well stay there!
Saturday, March 11, 2006
Friday, March 10, 2006
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
For all non bird-watchers, a Cirl Bunting is a small finch-like bird. Sadly, Nick and Steve both verge on being twitchers and I think one of them must be responsible. They both deny any knowledge.
An email with this picture came from Steve this morning:
I think this may be Ciril on his way to the allotment.
Have a check up there lunchtime will you. He looks a bit aggressive with that implement and I worry about broken greenhouse glass."
Would the real Cyril like to come forward?
Monday, March 06, 2006
Thank goodness for photo software which allows me to zoom in to that picture and map out exactly which tomatoes went where in the propagator. If you look closely at photo No 2, taken this morning, you will see that all the ink ran off the homemade labels overnight. A tomato identification nightmare!
Sunday, March 05, 2006
Watch this space...
Den has also been known to mutter in the pub about allotments and pink wellies being for yuppies and so I planted these seeds especially for him.
For more information about Vince Santini click on the Pork Dukes menu and read all about him.
On a more positive note, the greenhouse seedlings are looking really amazing, even the coriander seeds were showing signs of life today. The soil in the guttering was very dry however and I think that one of us will have to call up mid-week from now on to water them.
I was pondering this thought when Spouse appeared on his mountain bike. He had returned from a long, muddy cycle ride to find himself locked out and a 'gone to the allotment' note pinned on the door. He rode up and down the manure heap a few times, was duitifully impressed with the seedlings and hurtled off with the house keys.
1. We will plant our potatoes on leaves, 3 sheets of newspaper and grass cuttings this year.
2. Acquire 2 bricks for our coriander seeds.
3. Mel wants to grow strawberries in carpet troughs.
4. Spouse wants to make fruit and beer drinks in the shed
5. Mel is not terrified of the Osteopath
6. Spouse wants to know why someone would go to so much trouble to dye dishcloths?
8. Steve fancies women who garden
7. Monty Don is not so bad after all
I wonder which ones will be regretted along with Saturday's hangover?