SWEET SMELL OF RHUBARB GIVES ME FAITH
This is the month where I doubt my sanity in having an allotment. It’s the toughest month because it’s all about preparation. Out of the five raised beds I have, I have conquered four to the point where they are dug over, organic fertilizer added, seeds sown and beds netted up. All that exercise has produces endorphins in my brain and I’m happy again. Another look around and I spot the abundance of rhubarb and admire the flowers on the broad beans. Beautiful. The trug will be busy with rhubarb this time.
The large open area seemed to test me to the point where they were so many weeds in one area that I started to wonder why. Then I realized that this patch had had the bean trench last season. Maybe the weeds were enjoying all that buried composted peelings. Decision was: trim the weeds and make it a new path, or spend two hours clearing. Aching back said new path please. Now half the area is prepared and chicken manure applied. Only the other half and the last raised bed and I’m done.
Frosty mornings have meant frantic fleecing of a potted Camellia and olive tree. Plus the greenhouse that’s packed with tomatoes, peppers and cucumbers, sweet corn and courgettes all need their fleecy night attire too.
Spring has been awesome with hostas almost growing before my eyes and the red Acer Palmatum “bloodgood” gently reveals its lace-like leaves. A pot of orange tulips takes pride of place even though I was convinced they were going to be blue. And a pot of “Shirley” tulips are looking so delicate next to them.
In the front garden Dicentras’ bleeding hearts are so pretty and delicate in the sun but vine weevil have infested a stone planter next to it. All the succulents and soil have had to be destroyed. Did I mention that I made another herb rack? This time packed with pansies to match my front door.