With the nights (and mornings) drawn in, and schedules busier than a potting shed in March, I found it increasingly difficult to find a good batch of time in reasonable weather to get over to the plot to check on progress.
Flooding in Kenilworth at the beginning of December |
I have to thank Maggie and Anne that the plot has been maintained in my absence. As I write, I remember all those plants that I had laboured over last summer - the beetroot and the cabbages - which have stood outside in the wind, rain and hail, with no assistance from the grower who put them there.
I have absolutely no idea how these have got on - all I know is that the last radish that was left in the ground apparently is now the size of a large turnip(!). I'll probably go over there at some point soon with my tail between my legs, and confess my carelessness to the small remnant of neglected veg.
I guess in the next few months I will begin to heed my own advice from my posts last year, and start planning in advance for the forthcoming growing season. I was kindly given a grower's handbook for my birthday last week, from which no doubt I shall garner some more nuggets of wisdom...
Frankie hen and dandelion |