January 2006 - Frankie & Mel are starting up an allotment occasionally helped by their husbands, Nick & Steve. The plan is to grow lots of veg and some flowers. Nick and Steve want to wear smocks, smoke pipes and drink cider...
Allotment 21 will end in January 2007 when we hope to move house. www.facebook.com/frankiesgardendiary
Yesterday was hard, hard work. The remaining garlic, onions and shallots all needed digging up and drying. I cleaned them up and laid them out in the greenhouse to air.
That left the bed to be dug over, not so easy when the soil is as hard as concrete. After three solid hours of backbreaking forking I had converted two thirds of the concrete into small, hard boulders.
Our neighbouring plotholder chose this moment to explain that I was doing it all wrong. He produced a spade and proceeded to demonstrate the correct method of digging soil. After one shovel-full, he pronounced that the ground was as hard as rock and that I would break my back trying to dig it like that. Considering I could hardly stand and my legs had turned to jelly, this wasn't much of a surprise.
Neighbour then produced a miracle tool from his shed and won my everlasting devotion.
I really loved the pot marigolds that we grew this year, they were much nicer than the short, bright orange things that I've seen around other plots. Some of them have formed seedheads which I brought home to dry ready for next year.
As Hereford seems to have been bypassed by all these thunderstorms, I was once more watering the plot this morning. As is often the way, I got chatting to one of the OAPs while we were filling up our watering cans at the trough. He said, "It comes to something when you are watering your cabbages at this time of year." I nodded sagely as only one of our cabbages germinated this year and we haven't been watering it. I have now added the lone cabbage to the 'things that need watering' list.
Mel's Mum said that we would not be able to keep any of our garlic due to the rust. I'm not so sure and inspired by My Tiny Plot, who seems to know her rusty onions, I have dried a bag full in the garden. They look and taste delicious.
Is there no end to the small wee beasties that eat more veg than Spouse?
Cabbage white butterflies lay their eggs on plants of the mustard family (crucifers). Eggs are usually laid on the underside of the leaf, where the caterpillars also hang out. Caterpillars are a velvety green with faint white lines along the sides. They chew big holes in the leaves. If you see this kind of damage, turn the leaf over and look carefully: you can probably apprehend the culprit and kill it!
I cycled up to the plot where Steve & Mel were filling up their car boot with produce. Steve suggested I take some garlic & shallots as he & Mel had been taking lots of them to eat fresh. I did so, rather wishing I had donned a stripy t-shirt & beret for the trip back.
I arrived at the plot just as the rain started and sat in the greenhouse to watch. Some of the cherry tomatoes are starting to ripen and I couldn't resist gorging on a few.
Did you know that The largest tomato plant grown, was of the cultivar Sungold and reached 19.8 m (65 ft) length, grown by Nutriculture Ltd (UK) of Mawdesley, Lancashire, UK, in 2000?
I am double smug today; firstly my lunch is pictured here on the barbecue which was accompanied by an ice cold beer. Secondly, there were a few spaces on the ear and according to Native American folklore,
When an ear of corn bears a few scattering kernels with spaces producing no corn, it is said that is a good sign that the planter will live to a ripe old age. So old will they be that like the corn, their teeth will be few and far between.
Mel definitely planted some borlotti beans somewhere on the plot but I reckon that the long purple beans are in fact Blauhilde which featured in our plan back in February. Does Dig For Victory grow these???
Note to Mel: Can you remember where you planted the borlotti beans?
Just look at the size of our giant marrow - even Spouse is impressed. Not sure what to do with the purple borlotti (we think) beans in the background - does anyone have any tips? When do we harvest / cook etc etc!
And Steve & Mel gave him this rather fab card from Violent Veg! Steve & Spouse are both Cancerians and according to the astrologers should be good at gardening. Proof if ever it was needed that astrology is bo****ks.
Talking of leeks, ours are now pencil size and planted.
"What's that green thing?" asked Spouse while I was downloading my allotment pictures. It is our first Hungarian Wax pepper grown from seed in the greenhouse. We have 3 big plants doing well in a growbag and 2 smaller ones in pots. Apparently, they are very good pickled. Wish I could say the same about Spouse.
Spouse was silenced last night when I returned with this lot from the allotment. He cooked it all up with lamb chops and fresh mint sauce from the garden.
I awoke to dark skies and persistent rain which is fantastic because tonight is my turn to do the watering!
Spouse has been darkly muttering for some weeks about the lack of carrots, beans etc although he did compliment me on my, "lovely big cucumbers." We have 3 cucumber plants in a growbag which seem to be thriving despite all our efforts.
Upon hearing that our entire carrot crop failed to materialise, a neighbouring plotholder kindly gave us some 'guaranteed' seeds. They are bright blue and we suspect are completely un-organic. But they have that magic word - guaranteed.
Principles temporarily suspended, we have sown the lot. Hopefully the weird seed colour will be forgotten by the time we dig them up.
All is looking very lovely on Allotment 21. Look a little closer though and you will see some floppy, yellowing leaves and shrivelled looking beans. Our non-watering policy has not worked. Today we began our arm muscle toning programme by trip after trip to the water trough. Everything got a good soaking and we will continue as long as this weather holds.
I will enter us for all local arm-wresting competitions and will put my money on Mel.
Just look at this Warthog! Another local Art Gallery had a preview evening of 'Sculpture in the Garden' to raise funds for BCH which has completely put radish paintings out of my head. The artist is called Miranda Michaels and her work is breathtaking. I desperately would love to have this pair rampaging through my salad bed. All I need is a few thousand quid...
peasantnoun[C]1a 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.