Itchy throat? Tick. Swimmy ears? Tick. Unspecified achiness? Tick. Must be the annual pre-Spring cold…and I’m ignoring the maxim and medicating with tea and carrot cake.
But cheesey grins also abound because the final seed circle parcel is here! It’s rammed full of unusual goodies – Babbingtons Leek, walking onions, lemongrass, cinnamon vine, true potato seed (Skagit Magic! woohoo blight resistant spuds!), actual potatoes, brassicas and beans galore, glorious sounding chillies. In the words of Kipling’s Stalky, ‘I gloat! Hear me!’
It makes the fact that the seedlings I blithely stuck in the greenhouse have been frosted into the afterworld a little less difficult to bear. And maybe that’ll teach me not to risk sowing early.
I do have many, MANY chillies and sweet pepper seedlings at home. Including (o, frabjous day!) Fish chillies. These are fresh seed I swapped for oca with Thomas Etty and were pre-soaked for a few hours before sowing. Fish chillies have failed me 2 years running. I was beginning to think they and I were just not destined. But these shot through in just a few days. There’s no more space under the growlights so it’s time to break out tin foil collars for seed trays and start the 2016 windowsill hokey-cokey.
Those figs I wrapped in newspaper at the beginning of the month don’t seem to be doing anything much yet. I think that the flat might be a little on the chilly side so have taken to leaving them on/next to the radiator at night and on the windowsill in the day. It might work…
I really appreciate how supportive my friends and family are of my allotmenteering. When my neighbours across the landing had wardrobes delivered this weekend, they offered me the cardboard as new path underlay. Which is lovely given #92’s very boggy. It’ll be so great not to slip-slide into the greenhouse!
There’s a great micro-brewery not too far away, which I stumbled over (sadly not post-beer!) the other day. So I now have a steady supply of spent hops and/or spent grain for the plot – as many bags as I want. So hops in the compost, hops mixed into the leaf bins and hops as a thick mulch under the goosegogs. I do need to warn one of my plot neighbours and my Plot Assistant as both have dogs, and the last thing I’d want is for them to be poisoned. The goosegog mulch will happen after the nets go on, just in case hops poison foxes too.
Categories: Diary 2016