skip to main |
skip to sidebar
A watched potato, like a kettle, never seems to boil (or in this case, chit). I was late buying seed potatoes this year. The seed catalogues had all sold out, and I was resigning myself to a year without potatoes. But I came across boxes of them, several desirable varieties, in that wonderful emporium A&I Supplies in Elgin. The A must stand for 'agricultural', and the I 'industrial'. Chicken coops, gigantic rakes and hay forks, protective clothing of every sort, steel toe-capped boots, mucking out boots, vast bags of dog food, bird seed....
My goodness they took a long time to sprout. But here they are just before planting, spread out on the sports pages of the newspaper, which are the section no-one in our household reads unless it's a report of a Scotland rugby match (husband) or rowing or cross-country skiing during the Olympics (me). The cricket report above is written in a strange foreign language of trajectories and spin and bounce. I haven't a clue who the footballer below is.
However the potatoes are now safely in the ground - Duke of York and Charlotte. No growth showing yet, and I don't blame them. Temperatures here are bumping along at 8 or 9 degrees. The ground is cold. Trees are struggling to come into leaf. I'm not even thinking of sowing seeds outside. I go to work wearing my down-filled winter coat and gloves, so the thought of pushing seeds into stone-cold earth is not attractive, either for them or me.
The 'Beauty' was very lovely, if short-lived. Is there anything more evocative of the fleeting joy of Spring than plum blossom?
The 'Beast' is the tree bearing this blossom. I had such good intentions when I planted a dwarf rootstock plum several years ago, but the whole pruning and training regime has been too much for the limited time I have to spend on it. On the positive side I do manage to prune in summer, which I gather avoids the tree bleeding to death. The training regime however has been feeble. What we should have done was to fix wires into the wall before planting the tree. The mish-mash of bamboo canes which we used instead was no match for the will power of this dwarf.
Now it goes its own sweet way. I'm waiting to see where it goes next. This year's blossom has been the most profuse yet, which is encouraging. A few more plums would be welcome - last year a total of 2 made it through to ripening, and the wasps got those before we did.
At last - some growth. I have B&Q to thank for the kick-start. They had healthy looking packs of vegetable seedlings. I've never grown broad beans, but had a hankering to try. (and yes, those are unorganic slug pellets. Has anyone used the wool pellets that swell up when wet and are meant to deter slugs and snails? I'm looking for alternatives.)
We're still clearing up from the winter, in minimal time. Could someone please give me an extra day a week?
Below, the 'before' bed where the fork and bucket are. The mist, by the way, is actual mist rather than camera error. A good thick 'haar' (sea fog).
The following day, broad beans in place with anti pigeon netting.
Look at the warm Spring light in the shot above. We planted the beans at the start of the recent warm spell, when temperatures shot up to 21 degrees. Since then we've been away, and won't get back to the plot until this weekend. Meantime temperatures have returned to a more normal 3 degrees, complete with gales, snow and hail.
And just to continue with my green manure fixation, here's the current state of the one patch of grazing rye that came through. It's getting on for 3 feet high now. All I need is something to graze it.
A very gentle start to the Spring dig last week. I went to the plot with the week's kitchen waste, and to pull a couple of leeks for a cheese and onion bread pudding (Cranks recipe). I loved it - the rest of the family was lukewarm about it. All the more for me!
Because we've been so tight for time the thought of the backlog of tidying up at the plot has been nagging at me, and so I thought I'd dip a toe in the water, or fork in the soil, and at least make a start. You can see the paltry results above. The plan for this winter was to have a no-dig, or minimum dig start to Spring, by sowing all bare ground with green manure. It's been a very mixed experience.
Below, the wilted-down phacelia. This has been a success again after a trial last year. For most of the winter it's stood green and robust, only recently giving way to frost. But it still covers the ground and inhibits most of the weeds.
Grazing rye, of which I had high hopes, has been literally patchy. This is the patch. Another whole bed sown twice with rye failed to come through at all. Interestingly, although the rye hasn't come through, neither has much in the way of weeds.
At the front of the photo below you'll see the first shoots of garlic. Although we've had hardly any snow, there have been some good frosts, so hopefully the garlic will have got the cold it needs to form bulbs.
The lighter straggly stuff below is what remains of the white mustard. It was useful to mask weeds in the most difficult bit of the plot - under sycamore trees, with shade from mid afternoon onwards in summer, a buffer zone between the blackcurrant bushes and the main access road, and prone to infestation by creeping buttercup. I've tried daffodils, dahlias as a summer display, a wildflower mix, and am thinking of putting spinach here this summer. The soil is in good heart, rich in leafmould. Some escapee daffodils meantime are cheering up the rather desolate remains of the mustard.
As for this bed - this is the site of the complete failure of the alfalfa. Unlike the rye, the alfalfa's failure to germinate seems to have encouraged a mat of lawn-like grass. This is going to make for painstaking digging.
In the event I didn't dig long. The ground was very heavy - 'clarty' is the Scots word that springs to mind. A sticky, heavy consistency. Not to be confused with 'glaur' (wet, squelchy mud), or 'dubs' (drier, forming clods, and often marking the passage of a tractor along a tarmac road).
The fourth break-in at the shed.
This is really getting tiresome. A notice at the entrance to the site alerted me that there had been break-ins on the night of 12 January. As before, metal cutters had been used to break the hasp. The still-locked padlock was lying on the grass in front of the door. You can see in the photo how the cut ends have rusted since 12 January.
Nothing seemed to have been stolen, however. We had taken the strimmer motor back to the house before Christmas, making the strimmer head alone a much less attractive prospect. Our forks and spades were grimy with dried mud, which I had fretted about slightly but which turned out to be a blessing.Time seems to be passing strangely during January. I could have sworn that I had been to the plot since the 12th. It seems like months rather than weeks since Christmas. Perhaps it's the short, dark, busy days that create this effect. But just in the past few days it's been noticeably lighter by the end of the afternoon. With the growing light has come frost, which is often the case in Scotland, so no digging just yet. Still, I feel the first stirrings of Spring interest in the plot. It's been a long, fallow winter with many other preoccupations.
Healthy new raspberry canes, with a sprinkling of sulphate of potash lightly forked in around them. How I wish they were mine, but following our persistent raspberry failure syndrome we're not rushing to try again. For the moment I can practise on my Dad's raspberries.
Perhaps it's our soil. Although the soil in these photos looks dark, that's only because of recent rain. Forking in the potash, I was struck by the difference. Here, it's light, slightly sandy, former farmland, river plain soil. At our Edinburgh allotment the soil is black, heavy, shot through with clay.
You can see my usual hit or miss approach when it comes to quantities. How much IS 25g per square metre, anyway? Perhaps this shot will be interesting to look back on in the summer. Will the third cane from the right turn out to be a poor, weak specimen? Will the one at the right with the generous application be a super-cane? Or will I have killed it with kindness?
.jpg)
