|Gathering Rhubarb in the Sun|
We didn't get a huge amount of stuff done, unless you count reading the New Statesman and drinking coffee as doing stuff, which I do, so actually it was quite an action packed day all told. There was a feature in the NS on how we (Britain) should be more like Germany. Is allotmenteering a thing in Germany? If so, I bet they have some good, tidy allotments in Germany. Anyway, I'm digressing wildly; I sowed some little gem lettuce, black radishes and red radishes in seed trays, put pre-sown trays of beetroot and sweetcorn into our mini-greenhouse and dug a small patch into which I sowed with Purple-top Milan Turnips. Kasia came down later, planting out Nasturtiums and picking some rhubarb, which will be turned into cordial presently, after I saw a recipe for it on Niamh Shield's excellent site.
Before Kasia made it down to the plot I got some serious reading going. We usually take a radio and tune into 6 Music, but I'd forgotten it so was left with just the birds. A couple of Wrens were in fantastic voice, they're stunningly loud considering their size, and I love how varied their tunes are.
|Very high gob-to-size ratio|
I mentioned yesterday that friends of ours, James and Rosie, have taken on a plot at Nunsmoor allotments too. I think that, in the fullness of time, they've scored a real winner. There is the remains of some serious greenhouse infrastructure, an abandoned but still-alive vine, and the soil seems to break down to a lovely even tilth, lacking a good deal of the characteristic clag of our patch. All that said, there is the usual array of weird leftovers from the previous owner's abandonment. They won't be short of a bit of broken glass or two, and the shed had in it the corpses of what would once have been some pretty capacious marrows.
|James and the Giant Rotten old Marrow|
|A shell of it's former self. Weird.|
I hope you've had as good a bank holiday weekend as us; weather-wise, it really has been phenomenal up here, totally reaffirming why we do this vegetable thing in the first place. Have a good week.