Ok, I know, I moaned about all the rain. Well now I want it back again. I’ve seriously neglected the plot recently. It’s just too hot to be out in the open at the moment and work means I can’t do very early morning or evenings. I’ve managed to keep on top of things, mostly… Continue reading Too Hot!
Break In! I got to the plot the other morning to find both shed doors swinging open in the wind. At first I thought I’d left them unlocked the last time I was up there (it is very like me), but then I noticed that the padlocks were missing. I found them on the floor.… Continue reading Burglars, weeds and giant pumpkins
Normally I use a few long nets and bits of sticks and canes to make a right old mess of netting over the brassicas. This year I decided I’d do things properly and made a proper frame out of canes and those odd plastic ball connectors, then wrapped it all in netting, held on with… Continue reading Cabbage Cage
It’s just typical. The rain finally stops and all of a sudden it’s too flippin’ hot to do anything. I’ve managed to get the grass cut on the plot and the digging is almost caught up with. Next I need to get things planted out, but this kind of weather makes me wilt more than… Continue reading It’s just too hot!
The soil in the garden, save for in the polytunnel, is heavy clay and terrible to work. It’s the kind of soil that’s brilliant if it’s just right, but impossible to dig if it’s not. Too dry, like it is now, and it’s like concrete. Too wet, like it’s been most of the year so far,… Continue reading Manure
I’ve turned out the compost in the garden bins. I was surprised at how much there was to be honest, and how much hard work it was. I got enough out to mulch the main bed, which has dried out and needs digging over again in patches. I also managed to top up a fair… Continue reading Compost and Blossom
I’ve been steadily researching. In fact, since the last time I posted about it, I’ve completed seven WWI lives for the local archives. I’ve just started a new one and am already off to a good start. He’s a man called Reg Davis, the nephew of a Mrs Finch. That’s all I have to go… Continue reading WWI Lives and a Wiltshire Muddle