the vegetable garden


They say one swallow doesn’t make a summer, the same can also be said about  weather. (Yes, I know. Here I go again.) One week in  March and another at the end of May, which were warm and sunny, doesn’t constitute summer in my book.

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I think I’m in danger of becoming a meteorological bore, apart from the odd sojourn into refrigeration, I seem to be obsessed with the weather. I’m even boring myself. Perhaps it’s because we’re not having any weather, or at least none of the right kind.

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Well, the weather really is playing tricks with us this year. I’ve been desperate for about 2 weeks now to get my peas and broad beans planted out, but it’s just been so cold, not to mention windy.

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It’s the same every year, as winter approaches I’m always determined to continue gardening right through until Spring, let’s face it you can always find some jobs to do in a garden this size. But every year I don’t seem to manage it.

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I wrote some time ago of how I’d given up on my brassicas, my cauliflowers have been a disaster for the second year running, but today I’m pleased to report I harvested a cabbage.

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Yesterday I harvested my last crop of the year, sweetcorn. I didn’t think it had done too well, but when I came to pick it, things weren’t as bad as I had feared.

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It’s blowing a gale today, no change there then, so I looked for an indoor job to do.

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They say a weed is just a plant growing in the wrong place. Whilst I would argue there are some exceptions to this, I do think it perfectly describes the Speedwell that grows in one part of our garden.

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I don’t really think you can say you’ve had a tomato until you’ve eaten one, warmed by the sun, straight from the plant.

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Now that the hedges are cut there are lots of other things that need attention, so today I had a proper gardening day. What with my knee, my shoulder and the weather, these ‘proper’ days have been a bit thin on the ground this year. It’s a wonder things look as good as they do.

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