Ah, October and my garden has just reached its peak of perfection. But sorry, no photos, because the garden in question doesn’t exist yet, except inside my head. Yes, it’s that time of the year when you start looking through seed catalogues and planning what will be next year when, of course, there will be no blackleg, and no slugs, and no sawfly, and especially no caterpillars, and everything will germinate and nothing will mysteriously die or (like my garlic) simply vanish into thin air.
Meanwhile, back in the real world, we’ve eaten the last of the potatoes and the last of the broad beans. Larry the Leek is still hanging on for an occasion special enough to warrant eating him, after all he’s survived. There’s still a few small lettuces under cloches, and the broccoli is waiting till the spring. So far, this year, it’s only cost me a grand total of £6.26 to grow my own. But next year … well next year will be different.
Won’t it?
October 15, 2009 at 5:20 pm |
Gardeners are, indeed really have to be, eternal optimists so yes next year will be not only different but better as well! xx
October 15, 2009 at 5:46 pm |
Presumably the pessimistic ones are all ex-gardeners by now.
October 15, 2009 at 7:52 pm |
Yes, keep believing that next year will be different – as in better. That way you will keep gardening.
October 16, 2009 at 5:52 pm |
too true… It’s the same way people end up getting hooked on gambling
October 16, 2009 at 6:32 pm |
And nearly as expensive if your’re a seedoholic as well!