We live in a lovely part of the country and in bluebell time it becomes even more beautiful. So after the boys had tolerated a good amount of Royal Wedding watching, we hot-tailed it to the woods where they could collect sticks, drop stones down holes and bury dead frogs. This is an ancient woodland, part of a mediaeval deer park and linked to Lady Jane Grey (the 9 day queen more famously associated with nearby Bradgate).
The boys of course are oblivious to the history of today and yesterday.
And so to the present.
We took the cucumbers and squash outside for a watering - they will be going in again though - it has got awfully nippy in the evenings lately. A reminder it is not summer yet.
The crying? Eldest was investigating a ditch looking for an old fence. He found it, unfortunately by tripping over it, and landed in a patch of nettles. OUCH!
Was very short of time (again) this weekend. It's a dilema, the garden is crying out for attention now! But so are the family, the housework, the olds, you get the picture...
So the sum total of my gardening achivements for the 4 days I have not been at work are:
Installed Mum's new compost bin - more complicated than it sounds - a sorry tale involving a barrowload of twitch (couch grass) I hate that stuff.
Mow both of Mum's lawns.
Prune some of Mum's shrubs
Fill Mum's new compost bin with a mix from old composter - now deceased in a fallen to bits and on pile to go to dump kind of way - prunings and grass clippings.
Fill garden dustbin with twitch - ha! good riddance!
Mow our lawn
Install our new compost bin - much less complicated (thank goodness)
Fill our new compost bin with kitchen waste and grass clippings
Only then arrive at allotment for a scant 1 hour time slot - planted two rows of peas which were escaping their toilet roll root trainers.
Picked some more rhubarb.
I need more time at the allotment. Please stay fine tommorrow amd no more family crisis so I can go after work tommorrow. Pretty peas!
We were up at the allotment briefly this morning and chatted to some of the old boys, after harvesting the rhubarb and getting some chives for lunch.
"It'll rain later" says one,
"How do you know said OH-what signs are you looking for?" (hoping for some old country saying I think)
"I listened to the weather forecast!" was the reply.
"Ah!" says OH
I've always had a passion for plants especially edible ones. We have a young family so it seemed the ideal time to get an allotment in rural Leicestershire and get them involved. We have a small half plot and aim to make it productive and fun. If I can do it you can too - get digging!