I have finally made it back to the allotment. There has
finally been a break in the not-letting-me-get-to-the-allotment weather. After
weeks of frozen soil and snow followed by a lot of rain, today is just grey. It
is cold but not cold enough for the soil to be impenetrable to my fork.
It has been about a
month since I had last been there so I expected the worst. I expected all my
crops to be dead, yet I also thought that the weeds would have managed to have
survived the winter and grown spectacularly. I assumed that my plot would be
completely over grown with grass and bindweed. Yet again my logic and knowledge
of plants let me down.
Because of the fact
that it is winter nothing had really grown. Neither the vegetables nor the
weeds. Bare earth was still bare earth. Big, very pretty ice crystals all over
it, but it was still bare. Oh the joy. I had thought that I was going to have
so much work to do.
This was not the only
surprise. I had left the cloches over the salad leaves but thought nothing of
it. They are summer plants after all so they’ll be dead now. Oh how wrong I was.
A quick peak under the plastic presented me with a very pleasing sight. Some
had survived. Oh yes, I picked fresh salad leaves in January. The rocket doesn’t
look to good but had survived but the other one that I don’t know the name of
is doing very well. Hurray for nature I say.
So there wasn’t that
much for me to do today except a little light digging and I put some broad
beans in, they do pretty well at sorting themselves out. Some parsnips were
found as well.
To be honest I wasn’t
looking forward to today but in the end it was really rather lovely being the
only one there on a Monday morning.
