Starve a cold, feed your seedaholism
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 […]
Seedy Sunday Brighton
Brighton’s Seedy Sunday has been a date in my diary for a while now. I went with 20-odd packets of seeds stuffed into my camera bag and not knowing quite what to expect. […]
Confessions of a seedaholic
I have to stop looking at seed websites. I have enough seeds to keep us in veg for many years. I could almost open my own seed shop. And yet there […]
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness
Autumn is very definitely here. Not that I mind, I love the turning leaves, the syrupy light and squirrelling away produce for the winter. I made damson jam this evening – am sitting here with half an ear cocked to hear the lids pop. My little shelf in the pantry is […]
Steady mizzle
Steady mizzle today, but, undaunted, I’ve been at the plot for a few hours and have made a small dent in the massive amount of weeding. There are 2 black bin bags full of horsetail and buttercups and the beets/chicoria bed has been thoroughly hand-weeded. The Jarrahdale squash has been […]
Please can proper August weather come back?
Like in the ’70s, if you wouldn’t mind. Not this miserable, damp, cool weather that’s more at home in October than August. It feels wrong to be wearing a jumper and boots this time of year. Though looking at last year’s diary August was pretty wet then too. #100 My […]
It’s raining!
For once the wet forecast wasn’t a big fat fib. Lovely, lovely rain hissing down quietly and steadily. I’m guessing this will end in a Full Smith Period, but I don’t care. My last spuds are nearly ready, I am crossing fingers the greenhouse will be protected and the plots […]
I’ve neglected the plot for a few days and it shows. The potted aubergine, fuschia and tomatoes were gasping for water. Spent 3 hours digging and sifting the future saffron bed. I am two-thirds done, which means I am thoroughly fed up with picking out bindweed and pulling buttercup/bramble/couch roots […]
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