On March and losing my mojo

I suppose it happens to all of us gardeners, except the most dedicated and professional, at some point over the winter: we lose it. I lost it, big time, plus I’ve been busy working. So I managed to ignore the beast outside (fortunately P. didn’t) while simultaneously feeling very guilty about it (can you feel guilty about something you can also ignore?) and about the fact that I hadn’t blogged for ages and ages and ages.

It ends now, with some daffodils for Dewi Sant (St David, whose day it is today, and no, I am not wearing a leek in my hat. Oh, please).

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I haven’t been completely idle – well, in gardening terms, that is, and though I have yet to get my seed order in I am intending to do it today. The seed potatoes are chitting and the shallots had better not be sprouting, or else. This year I saved my own garlic,

garlic

(which went in on the traditional date, the shortest day) instead of getting it from outside, so we’ll see how that works out. It’s Germidour, which usually does well round here though it never wins anything at the garden club show. I find it more reliable than the other varieties, but that might just be my garden…

…which this year has been really, really worked on. By loads of this stuff:

yum yum bigs bum

No, not Levington’s compost, but what the bags now contain: organic horse shit. Lots of it. And it is fantastic stuff: the worm population exploded last year, and I was quite conservative with the magic gunk. This needs to rot down a bit more but it will soon be ready. Yay!

Through the winter the veg patch has been busy, I do have to say. Celeriac and kale,

and there’ll soon be purple and white sprouting broccoli, too, and – by the look of it – it won’t be long before the first of the globe artichokes brakes cover.

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This is one of the baby plants from last year; the parents are enormous. Everything suffered in the storms, but the artichokes just bounced straight back. There had to be an upside to developing onion white rot… oh, that’s not a non sequitur; I got the vileness that is OWR in this bed. That means that I can’t, at the most conservative estimate, plant any of the onion family in it for at least eight ears (some say thirty). The only answer – I love my alliums and would doubtless forget – was to stick perennial veg in. I can’t buy globe artichokes round here easily, so the obvious thing to do was plant the beasts. And this means I can enjoy them when they are small and tender and yummy and wonderful in a risotto.

Better go and check them, then… I’m back!

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8 thoughts on “On March and losing my mojo

  1. jan rushby

    Good to see you back. We have moved to Tywyn from up above Corris so we will presumably have similar growing conditions now. Look forward to further posts.

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  2. Cathy

    Good to know that you are still around, one way or another and I hope your mojo is dusted off and spring cleaned and ready to get cracking with the daffodil counting, amongst other things! But you have not been completely idle and shovelling up all the horse poo must have been quite an effort…😉 I am still awaiting bags from a neighbour who allocates the task to the children who come and ‘help’ with her horses!

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    1. kate Post author

      Happily I was able to delegate! My role with the horse poo was to hold the bags open while P did the shovelling, and then wheel wheelbarrows to the gate (not the most elegantly put, but hey ho), and at least MY trousers didn’t get covered in shit. I made lots of tea to compensate.

      All I would like now is for it to just stop raining…

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  3. Helen Anthony

    I find I have 2 problems at this time of the year – loss of mojo…. but then almost as bad, getting over-excited and planting and sowing on the first sunny day even though I know it does no good as there is bound to be more cold wet weather to come ….

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    1. kate Post author

      Snap! Snap squared, or even cubed! I have managed to resist the planting urge this year – just – but I’m afraid that was because of work, not being sensible.

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