That's not some daft tongue-twister I just made up for a laugh (I've got better things to do, just about), but a roundabout description of what we've been up to today. We've started buying Kitchen Garden magazine, after quite excitedly finding a copy in Carlisle Tesco. Not really having thought that magazines solely dedicated to growing food existed (not that there's any reason why they shouldn't of course) it brightened up an otherwise dull train ride to find a copy. I should point out here that contrary to popular belief, excitement can be found in Carlisle Tesco, provided you find gardening magazines exciting. Rock and roll...
Anyway, I digress badly. There was an offer for a free fig tree on the cover which we felt in no position to turn down. Kasia fancied a fig tree and I'm an acquiescent kind of chap, so fig tree it was. It turned up at my work looking very dinky and shrub-like, whereupon we immediately did nothing, until today.
You see, the problem with figs is that you can't just bung them in the ground, not if you want any ripe fruit on them anyway. According to no less of an authority than Monty Don, you need to restrict their roots to aid fruiting. So, today we (by which I mean Kasia) dug a massive hole where some courgettes had been, and pulled up some superfluous paving slabs to put in the sides of it to make a sort of raised bed / pit. In went some old bricks for drainage, followed by manure, soil, more manure and another layer of soil. Finally in went the fig which, by the way, is a Brown Turkey fig; the only kind that is likely to produce ripe fruit in this country.
|A fig, in a pit, today|
We spent the rest of the time barrowing manure onto a patch that has previously seen no fertiliser. Despite having been under cover for near enough a year, what remains of our pile of manure still has a very "agricultural" aroma. Had a damn good scrub once we got back in the house, that's for sure.
|The remains of our pile of shite|
|A newly fertilised patch, to be covered, ready for next year|