Gardening’s all about little and often, and for too much of this summer I’ve been managing the ‘little’ part, but not been so good at the ‘often’.
Fortunately, some of it has just been getting on without me. It’s probably too late for this baby gem squash, but who knows, I might get lucky.
Larry the leek, sole survivor of the great leek massacre, is still hanging in there, and the salad leaves look almost good enough to eat
But it’s in the broccoli bed that the real trouble lurks
Before and after…
So far I’m picking them off by hand and ruthlessly squashing sorry, I was too squeamish for that, I’ve ruthlessly thrown them in the compost instead. With a few cabbage leaves for them to eat. It probably amounts to the same thing as far as the caterpillars are concerned, but it means I don’t have to deal with all the green blood.
Four days of diligent picking seem to have contained them a bit, although whether the plants will recover is another matter. And every time my back is turned, there’s a flutter of white as another butterfly comes around with another batch of eggs to make good the deficit.