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…

Season of mellow whatsits

Fruitfulness, I think. Fruitfulness at flipping last – or fruitfulness which has been either overwhelming (rare: artichokes – so theatrical, and the abundance is why they are now feeding bees instead of me), or surprising (pears). And fruitfulness on the work front too, which is why I’ve been a bad blogger. Anyway, back to the garden….

How to wreck yourself in a single day

I know I shouldn’t have. But I’ve had so much work on, and the weather’s been a bit iffy / cold / wet / abominable / windy, and what with one thing and another… ow. Ow. Ouch. Enough, already. I’ve been a bad gardener (I’ve been a bad blogger too, but that’s because I can’t…

Summer summary

What a summer – not that the weather’s been spectacular, because it hasn’t, but because I’ve been very busy indeed. When you freelance, you’re used to being busy in the summer because in-house publishers and journalists go on holiday like anyone else, and work doesn’t stop. Now I’m much better (thanks to intensive physio), I’m back…

Garlic Day

Today is garlic day. Well, it should have been yesterday, what with it being the solstice / shortest day and all, but by the time I got back it was dark. It’s tradition: plant your garlic on the shortest day, harvest it on the longest*: Except for certain suppliers, that is. Grrrrrr. Ordered shallots, garlic,…

Beans, herbs, a dubious marrow and shallot wars

Otherwise known as ‘it’s village show time, folks!’… When I was a child, our village show was great fun and enormous (I may have mentioned the time I won a piglet by guessing its weight, then my father not allowing me to take it home – some things can scar you for life). I blithely entered classes…

Rats…

I don’t care for marrows. I find them watery and best suited to, perhaps, cattle food. I am an inveterate Frog, when it comes down to it. I do like courgettes, and while some people consider them as essentially immature marrows which, strictly speaking, I suppose they are, I do not. That’s because I like courgettes. I…

Why do I bother? Hm???

I’ve often had compliments on the long plaits of shallots that hang in my kitchen for half the year. People have asked me how to do it, but It’s difficult to explain. Nobody taught me, you see. I just did it. I think it must have been some sort of atavistic race-memory due to a Breton…

It’s a lovely day… and I feel soooo virtuous!

…and what better to do on a lovely day than finish clearing out the greenhouse, and get those seeds in? On Monday I went into the greenhouse cum log store and realised that my scented geraniums were beginning to flower, and not just the scented ones either: Ideally, they’d be going out about now but…

Halloween…

It’s traditional, I’ve got to: though I must admit these were not grown by me. They’re from some friends, and were grown from saved seeds. However, squashes do cross like nobody’s business, and these are definitely best as ornaments. Fortunately it was only soup, and you can zap up the tastelessness with all sorts of…

Just before the snow arrives…

Judging by the weather forecast, the world is ending on Friday. The Mayans knew nothing; Derek (BBC Wales weatherman and living legend) knows everything. So I took a quick tour around the garden before it disappears under snow and Antarctic research scientists, penguins and/or polar bears, covering all possible bases here (or poles at least),…

Reasons to be cheerful, part 2 – good books…

It’s a gloomy wet Sunday in a Welsh village, the reality behind the usual metaphor for boredom and the spine-chillingly tedious. I spent the morning working and I’d vaguely hoped to do some gardening in the afternoon, but the Weather Gods decided otherwise. Cups of tea were called for. And a lit wood stove. And…