After a year of experimenting with growing vegetables and seeing the results from an altogether very badly tended set of beds, I am very encouraged to give it all a bit more gusto next year. We would not win any allotment or gardening prizes, infact we would most likely be disqualified for cruelty to lettuces. My beds received perhaps only three sincere weedings over the summer and the spinach was badly trampled by several burley men who came to install our solar panels. Even with this abuse, they made a full recovery. I also unknowingly tortured the onions by mounding more soil on top of them whenever they pushed to the surface. Nana opened my eyes to the fact that onions are supposed to grow on top of the soil. Onions, I apologise.
Yes its thanks to advice from concerned friends, relations and books that our veg patch is doing well. A recent day at our friends house included a guided tour around their polytunnel. I want one, I want one, forget the Karen Millen dresses, I want a polytunnel! We plan to troll the buy & sell in spring for a second hand one. For proof of its bountyfull promise, and our friends expertise, just look at what we left with!
Oh yes you must forsake the dress for a polytunnel.
LBH and I went to Hugh FW's River Cottage in June and his poly's were the best I have ever seen!!
*Never thought I'd hear myself say sacrifice a dress for a piece of plastic. Oh how things change.*
Posted by: Cherry Menlove | October 20, 2006 at 06:14 AM