So sad to hear of the riots happening in London and elsewhere. My brother lives in Ealing and, from what he tells, it all sounds pretty grim. It seems a world away from the allotment, where we have been busy getting stuck in to our new plot of wilderness.
It feels like the key to a secret world; through the locked gate, along the path behind the park, and into a field of gardens, each a different character, all suggesting sweet possibility; reminding you of old favourites (sweet peas, apples, raspberries) and new loves (grapes, sweetcorn and artichokes). But I run ahead if myself, because at the moment our plot looks like this:
For now, we’re just aiming for a clear plot. We’ve had a few days of early starts, with hours spent digging up deep roots of everlasting spinach and thick webs of couch grass. It gets hot quickly, and we’ve needed our breaks of zucchini bread and coffee, in the shade up by the neighbour’s vineyard. We unearthed a wealth of wildlife amidst the tall grass: boldly-striped caterpillars, a slow worm, and even a young dormouse that we rehoused in the strawberry patch. We return home with tired backs and sweaty foreheads. My legs are still tingling from the stinging nettles I attacked. And our bodies aren’t the only thing that suffered for our hard work.
This is just the beginning…
lovely plot Byony, I am sure it will all be happening this time next year!!!. we are just selling our post holiday surplus here in Castle Rd, oversize courgettes – clearly not everyones taste but beans and rhubarb is going a storm I’ve got at least £7.50 takings since sunday lunchtime!!
Thanks Sarah. Those are quite some vegetable takings! Maybe don’t quit your day job just yet.. At the moment I’m mourning the loss of my tomatoes. Stupid rain.
If you like rasberrys then you really need to get some autumn bliss I start picking at the end of july and if you keep the picking up they don’t stop fruiting till the first frosts