Thursday, 11 April 2013
Not the most inspiring sight, but this was my allotment yesterday. Back in the autumn I sowed some green manure, which was supposed to be a mixture of wonderful things but mainly seemed to be very strongly growing grass. It has taken me two digs to get it even half dug in, and I'm not sure I'll bother again, although I'm hoping that it did stop some of the nutrients from leaching away in all of that rain that we had. My allotment is at the bottom of the site, as far away from the gate and the road as you can get. Behind the shed is the boundary of the site and behind that is a lovely babbling stream that I can hear when I'm working.
I've had the plot only since July, so this will be the first proper growing season, although I did put some courgettes in back in July which did really well. A bit too well in fact if I'm honest. I put a Post-It note on the door at home saying, "Nobody leaves without a courgette". And I took to yelling, "Courgettes" instead of "Lunch". But all that is a distant memory now, and although I've got windowsills full of seedlings there's not much at all happening down at the plot.
On Monday I took out a huge mint plant. I'd heard that they were invasive, but it wasn't until I had to dig one up that I really appreciated what this meant. I have a feeling that there is still some lurking in the soil as well. Before I took over the plot, it had been looked after by the same man for over 45 years. The soil is fantastic, but it was fairly weedy as it had been neglected for quite a while.
Yesterday I planted a little plum tree and did some weeding, kept company by this little chap who was on the lookout for worms.
And finally, a little mystery from the depths of the shed.