I know I know, pride is one of the seven deadly sins, but I must say I’m jolly proud of the results of my gardening endeavours. After the most sunless summer, I can remember…but I remember very little and understand even less... my larder is stuffed and my freezers are full to the brim.
Look at these carrots…I’m sure they could win some carrot competition or other.
And what about this beautiful lettuce, February orchid coriander, mizuna, basil as well as spinach and beets that will see me through the winter, all grown with sweat and scads of chicken shit.
I have garlic and onions galore as well as tons of spuds. Some are a lot smaller than others but as any gentleman will tell you, size doesn’t matter it’s what you do with it, and in our house we start the prep for every meal with an onion.
On a less positive note, I made a right mess with my pea rack. Instead of planting inside the frame so the net supported the peas, I stupidly planted outside and they fell over. I swear I looked at countless images online and they all looked like the peas were outside the net. Sometimes my ineptitude amazes even me, though I did get a bumper crop nonetheless.
Which brings me to my apple trees, we have 12 from which we got the princely total of 3, yes THREE apples.
Is it the noticeable absence of the birds, the bees and the sun this year I wonder? Or is it something to do with whatever shit they’re raining down on us from above, as those planes make pretty little grid patterns in the sky?
Nah, Can’t be. That’s just a conspiracy theory:)
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