… I hear you cry, how is your veg plot getting on? Oh, all right then, I don’t hear you cry that, but pfft, it’s my blog and I’m going to tell you anyway.
Actually, with the rabbit menace gone, and after a spectacularly dry spring – so not so many slugs – things are looking pretty damn spiffy, thank you for asking.
Apart from my adventures with Bruce, the Australian burrowing French bean, I haven’t had a great deal of luck germinating my climbing beans, so a friend gave me some of his surplus dwarf beans seeds – ‘Ferrari’ – and true to their name they’ve come up bloody quick and reliably (er, are Ferraris reliable? I’ve no idea).
My red onions have a catch crop of salad between the rows (seriously, catch crop, how technical is that?) although a really experienced gardener would have spaced the onions so that they were at least a hoe-width apart. Oh, and not dropped the beanpoles on them when she was building their wigwam. Live and learn. And the parsnips are going great guns. I might have to experiment with transplanting them because thinning them just seems such a huge waste after all the effort I went to to germinate them.
Under the Cloche
View from inside the cloche. It’s not that it’s cold, it’s to keep the Savoy cabbages away from the butterflies. Time to get some netting, I think…
My broad beans are looking pretty fab, as broad beans do.
Squash plants, drinking at the Last Chance Saloon
And lest all this sound a bit triumphalist, here are my squash, which are now smaller than they were when I planted them out. Apparently coffee grounds are the miracle substance in the garden, repelling slugs, feeding the soil, and giving the worms such a caffeine boost that they work extra hard, so I’m saving ours from the compost heap and will be putting them directly around the squash. I hope it does work, as we generate enough coffee grounds in a week to protect an entire field worth of plants but if not, I’m giving up on the squash. Any ideas what else to put in the cold frame next year?
Coming soon on TownMouse: how in three days time the entire garden was wiped out by SARS, or a plague of frogs, or crushed by a meteorite. But at least I’ll have the photos to remember it by.