The thought occurs that although we’ve had serious amounts of eggs from our hens so far this year, we haven’t had a single vegetable or fruit. Well, we have had fruit technically I suppose, in that we planted fruit trees and I harvested tiny fruits to stop them developing but obviously tiny immature apples etc […]
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We have a new project on the horizon. It’s not absolutely certain yet but we’re pretty sure we’re going ahead. All will be revealed anon but until then I thought I’d show you what that means for the garden. The squash and pumpkin vines were so lousy with blight that they looked just dreadful and […]
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Pumpkin before I’ve been generally pleased by the way that the pumpkins have grown vertically on a cane support in the garden. They actually haven’t fruited that much but that appears to have been down to poor pollination as I’ve had loads of tiny pumpkins develop and simply rot on the vine. Our tiny urban […]
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It astounds me that even my tiny little garden is providing quite this much produce. I harvest at least one “thing” a day, whether it’s a small handful of strawberries or a bunch of herbs. In fact, it’s only because I hadn’t realised how much was ready to eat that I haven’t been working out […]
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Shamefully puny beetroots Last week I thought that I’d be enormously smug and plan a lovely afternoon of cooking with my toddler son. He’s always so happy when he’s perched on his tiny stepladder with his little apron on, cracking eggs or stirring things and tasting everything within reach. What could complete this middle class […]
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So far this year I’ve had a couple of horticultural failures, one of which was a cucumber plug. I’d already decided not to use plugs again but rather to grow from seed. I’ve been so disappointed with the quality of the seedlings. I’ve bought them from three of the biggest suppliers in the UK yet […]
Read MoreSo there I was feeling all smug about having a real patch of actual grass that worms could tunnel underneath, that GarlicBoy could feel between his toes, that I could feel good about. And then I cut the grass a couple of times and came to the conclusion that I couldn’t ignore it any more. […]
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