While weeding the flower bed a couple of months ago my wife spotted some cabbage-like plants that we assumed had self-seeded following our rather poor efforts at growing green veg last year.
We quickly transferred them to pots and kept them under cover away from the cabbage whites and other bugs.
They survived. And after getting some decent netting – as much for keeping randy pigeons away from the onions – they went into the soil while we waited and hoped for what would undoubtedly be our best bit of veg growing to fully develop.
The plants continue to grow but after a closer look during today’s weeding session we have to declare that we have actually got broccoli and kale.
Although we have tried growing both of these in the past, it hasn’t been for a few years now and we had pretty much given up on the idea; we’re just not good enough at gardening to pull this off.
And even though I had said I wasn’t going to work on the garden this year, we have actually ended up putting in more effort than usual, but more targeted at keeping control of the weeds and it certainly seems to be paying dividends: the courgettes and potatoes are just about ready to start picking.
I just hope we can keep it all going for a vote more months.
My mean time before failure with server applications is getting shorter: the simplest sample Python code I have been trying with Rabbitmq just doesn’t work and I am really bored with trying to get this stuff to work.
It’s at times like these that I really miss the therapy of weeding and planting and digging and watering; basic stuff like putting seeds in some mud; watching them grow and providing the best environment for them.
I know I said that I wasn’t doing any planting this year because the rewards don’t justify the effort, but the relaxation and therapeutic benefit certainly does.
Oh yeah, and it tastes great!
After rescuing a few stray cabbages before the caterpillars munch them has prompted an attempt to actually try and let them stay the course.
That’s only one row of cabbages; the rear net is to stop the pigeons trashing the onions; there’s a row of parsnips between the two. The courgettes to the fore seem to have survived the cold. The beetroot are coming on very slowly.
The raised beds aren’t looking too bad either.
There’s radishes, lettuce, peas, spinach and rocket.
The peppers, cucumber and tomatoes have stay hidden away in the greenhouse and no signs of any fruit yet; this time last year, the cukes were already producing.
And I have already had good usage from the (indoor) herbs: basil, chervil and dill.
Had a batch of old kitchen tiles lying around the garden and that I can’t just throw away so how about using them for a different type of edging.
This makes it so much easier to spot the edges and know where the gaps are and where it’s safe to tread.
Finally, a break from the rain and a bit of sun. Out in the garden, red kites swirling overhead, planting the bulbs donated by father-in-law, digging in the garden manure and last year’s leaf mould and hoping that all the effort will help the soil.
An to finish, a couple of hours pulling out the twigs from the pile of leaves and bagging up for next year’s compost.
I’ll leave the glamour part of the gardening to my wife while I do the only stuff i can be safely entrusted to: the mud and rotting leaves.