First Failed Crop of the Year

It’s only been a month since I planted our savoy cabbage plugs. A month since I tucked them into their little beds, gave them a good drink, and Ade covered them with netting to protect them from pests.


Pah! Fat lot of good that did. Ade checked on them a couple of days ago and they were ravaged with whitefly. Clouds of them puffed into the air when he removed the nets, and the underside of the leaves were teeming with eggs. Despite his best efforts, Ade had to get rid of the entire crop.

I wondered how the whitefly had managed to penetrate the netting but Ade wonders whether the plugs were already infected; he bought them cheaply off Ebay, which is perhaps a lesson for us. I didn’t notice anything amiss when I planted them though.

I suppose we’ve done quite well on the whole. We’ve had such success with all our other crops, and it is only our first year on the allotment, but I’m still annoyed. Particularly as it was one of the few crops I planted. Him indoors does most of the planting, and he seems to have nothing but success with his crops. Hmph!

Onwards and upwards. At least the broccoli is coming along okay. (No, I didn’t plant it. That’s right, he did.)

I’m not saying any more about it.


September Song

September has arrived and up at the plot the pumpkins are swelling, the blackberries are ripening and the leeks are fattening up nicely. In the kitchen, the cupboards are full; shelves groaning under the weight of all the pickles and jams.

Ade Plot 3.9.14

On Saturday, I planted some savoy cabbages which we hope to harvest late autumn/winter. We popped up to the plot briefly this evening to check on them and Ade covered them with netting to protect them from any pests. Aside from this, there’s been very little in the way of planting, it’s still very much about the harvesting and preserving just now.

You’ll be pleased to know I’m winning the war against the current tomato invasion. Pasta sauces have been frozen, handfuls have been given away and we’re currently down to one colanderful which will be deftly dispatched on Friday night when I make a delicious, home-grown dhal out of our allotment veg.

We’re getting there!