Taunting the slugs

One thing I’ve always been prone to do is put things off. I wait happily for harvest from my main plants, thinking that I’ll have nothing until then. And to a certain extent, that’s true because I have so little space in my tiny urban allotment garden. But this year I’ve decided to really try […]

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The international language of seeds (or so I’d hoped)

Being a foreigner myself (albeit a bit of a fake one), I sympathise with anybody that comes to the UK and struggles to make themselves understood. Take, for example, my lovely yellow climbing French beans. Or haricots, if you will. They came with a pleasingly incomprehensible instruction illustration.You will laugh, oh experienced gardener readers, when […]

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A tour of the (rather bare) garden in March

I know, I know, it’s April now. But today I spent an absolutely lovely day gardening and the plants are all going zoom and growing like the clappers and I wanted to document the garden before the real growing takes place. So here it is, relatively bare but with small signs of growth, seen as […]

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Photo Friday: Bare raspberry canes attracting small creatures

I have decided that every Friday I will post an image of the garden, without text. Hopefully it’ll become an interesting collection of images that chart the progress of the garden in 52 tiny details every year. This week’s is pretty self explanatory. Nobody is immune to raspberry canes!

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The mysterious case of the weeds in (some of) the garlic beds

My side return is, by definition, narrow. And the raised beds that I have there (filled with garlic and rhubarb) are currently performing very nicely. I have eight varieties of garlic in there, and three of rhubarb. The side return is technically south facing but it’s so narrow that the sun hits it for about […]

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The revival of the rhubarb (or, a Rheum rendition of "I will survive")

Warbled (badly) to the tune of Gloria Gaynor’s “I will survive”At first I was afraid, I was petrifiedBrought home from RHS Wisley (that plant shop outside)And then I spent all winter long, feeling sorry for myselfIn the cloche I’d hide, feeling safer there insideI took my time, I will surviveFor a while there I looked […]

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