Tuesday, 30 June 2015
The June allotment
Photos from the plot this morning (apologies for putting the apple picture in twice, I only just noticed and I know it will all go wrong if I try to change it). I got there at about 5.50am, and yes, I think I was the first there. I'm an early riser, so occasionally I go straight to the allotment for a little tidying and watering. In the summer it means I can avoid puffing up and down with my watering can in the hottest part of the day. Plus I've got a lot more energy and enthusiasm in the mornings. By the afternoon it's almost all gone. I revive slightly after the children go to bed for some reason.
June is the month that the harvests really kick in. I picked the first of the beetroot and French climbing beans. I've also been picking gooseberries, artichokes and broad beans, turnips and radishes, and a few pretty flowers, larkspur and roses. I stopped picking the asparagus around midsummer's day and already it's thickening up into a little forest.
A few other crops are finishing as well. Turnips and radishes have turned woody and the broad beans have finished, so I did some pulling out of things. It means there's a little space for more although I'm not sure what yet. The weeds are coming along brilliantly as always, but hoeing them in this hot weather is fairly effective.
I roasted the beetroot for tea. The biggest boy accidentally left a bit on his plate. I take great exception to people leaving things that I've grown (and sweated over) myself and by now everyone knows it is a dangerous thing to do. Apart from anything else, as I told him, it was a little bit of heaven on a fork. Eyes were rolled.
Over pudding, there was a conversation about today's visit to the school by a police horse that went something like this.
Biggest boy (to littlest boy): You were really disrespectful to that policeman, you weren't behaving like it was a proper school thing. You shouldn't have been messing about and talking and poking me in the back and going "Riot, riot, I predict a riot." I did try to tell him off, but honestly, I nearly choked I was laughing so much. Where does he get it from???