As I sit-down and gather my notes, exhausted but full of excitement from another horticulture-filled weekend, my optimism is quickly dampened as I discover technology has failed me. The photo memory card reader that has downloaded all my treasured memories over the years has finally fried its circuits and shuffled off this mortal coil, leaving behind a camera full of a weekend’s hard work, both from the plot and in my back garden.. I’m truly a servant of two masters.
I wanted to show you the two types of onion sets, ‘Red Baron’ and ‘Hylander’, I have planted on the plot, in a new bed, with the tops of their heads just popping through the freshly cultivated soil. If I say so myself it was a job well done. Hidden under mesh to avoid the prying eyes of those distruptive pigeons, I’m hoping to repeat last year’s success. However, this year I have planted them closer together so that we get a larger crop of smaller onions, rather than the beasts we harvested last year.
The mangetout seems to be thriving and my early peas are just piercing through the soil with their green tendrils. In the polytunnel the ‘Little Gem’ lettuce and pak choi have already germinated. With time to spare, I took to sowing a tray of ‘Chioggia’ Beetroot and brought my leek seedlings up to the polytunnel.
Today was spent with my other mistress, the back garden, as I hurriedly sowed Larkspur and Gaura lindheimeri ‘Summer Breeze’. I reassured this faithful lady that I would spend more time with her. To prove my pledge, I pricked out my Cosmos ‘Purity’, planted the strawberries and potted on a collection of herbs. This year I want to attempt a little more garden design in regards to colour schemes. I keep most of the fruit here from cherries to plums to gooseberries, blackberries, raspberries and strawberries. I had hoped to show you the bare root strawberry plants I have planted in both hanging baskets and in buckets and troughs throughout the garden. They’re a ‘heritage’ collection consisting of ‘Cambridge Favourite’, ‘Royal Sovereign’ and ‘Red Gauntlet’. There was also a cheeky snap of our thriving rhubarb, but alas I ask for your forgiveness due to my memory card meltdown, and leave the images to your imagination.
To finish the weekend off, Soph kindly brought me out a cup of tea and a slice of pumpkin and ginger teacake she had made, which was truly scrumptious. Working in the back garden sure has it benefits! With tea in hand (the cake was quickly wolfed down), I looked at all my hard work and had the strangest of thoughts. We spend so much time looking down at these marvellous seeds, as they hold all our horticulture hopes for the season. But what’s their point of view? Lying their on their warming compost bed, are they hopeful, anxious or just content to be the gardener’s centre of attention? I wonder what they see?