With April, come the showers.
With April, come the showers.
With the country in the throes of a drought, you’d think that April showers were something of a God send. Finally, the arid earth of the hobbitland allotment would be quenched. The easter weekend passed with the lotment being left to it’s own devices; I was elsewhere, but it was most definitely at the fore of mind. The plan had been to use Easter Monday to sink potatos. Alas, the April showers suggested other things ought to be done.
It was grim this morning, when the curtains were twitched. The
heavens had opened, there was a lot of precipitation. We were being
rained upon, from a great height. The precipitation had put paid to
the potatos. Sat with their chits a-twitching are the Maris Pipers
from the tattiema…
Surviving the Siberian beast from the east
The first three months, and so it was Christmas
- 1 Getting the plot:
- 1.1 The effort, the time.
- 2 Getting the family down there:
- 3 Valuable lessons
learned:
- 3.1 Mushrooms:
- 3.2 Gladys, Kevin and Bruno:
Getting a plot on an allotment is a both exciting and nerve wracking experience. There is so much more than can be actualised, in comparison to using Pop’s backgarden with plastic pots. With Early September,came 88 metres squared of allotment at the local site. The very last site, the patch of which I have half was covered in weeds. Thankfully, in some respects, the weeds had been treated. So all that remained to be done was clearing and digging it over. This was something of a mean feat. With the help of Ma and Grandad Mike, the site was cleared. There was so much to do, it felt altogether intimidating…
Autumn and allotment
With autumn, comes an allotment
The Gods of Horticulture in tandem with Saint Fiacre, have come good. One has a patch of hobbitland to call one’s own. About a week ago, I got that call from the allotment secretary. The half plot was mine, if I still wanted it.
And I did!
Eight by eleven metres, the half plot was over run. Not nearly as
bad however, as the other plots that I had a choice from. There
were two others, where the weeds were twice my height. Perhaps not
then, the best to tackle. My plot, is the last but one. And at half
the expected price due to just how neglected it was. I was
fortunate, in that the ‘llotment secretary was one of the previous
owners, and had also sprayed weedkiller that created a carpet of
dead grass. Beneath it,…
Schools out Part three
- 1 Lettuce
- 2 Cabbage
- 3 Gladys the BNS
- 4 Bruno the ghostrider pumpkin
- 5 Radish experiment
- 6 Courgettes
- 7 Allotment update
The butterhead lettuce appear to be doing well, having been transplanted out. The two that in the terracotta pot, do however appear to be doing much better than there family members in the grow bag. Two were sown in the clay pot as I had read somewhere that lettuce were shallow rooted. The pot seemed idea. Transplanting into the grow bag, was better than just leaving the earth bare and not having anything. The leaves of the terracotta lettuce are lolling around drunk, quite long really. What I am concerned about is, whether or not these things will head up and form proper lettuce. I did sneakily, pinch a small leaf. There was a pleasan…