Where do we find the time?

Runner Beans, Borlotti and French
Runner Beans, Borlotti and French

I was busy at school last weekend with evening duty on Saturday and afternoon duty on Sunday.  As a result I missed seeing one of my older and wiser brothers – Paul – who was calling through with after collecting Charlie from Exeter Uni.  They were, I am given to believe, very polite about how the garden is looking, but dubious about whether we were doing all the work ourselves in cultivating the vegetable patch.  Charlie was intrigued where we got all our plants from and seemed taken aback to hear that we grew virtually all of them from seed.

Brussels all planted
Brussels all planted

I guess from the outside it does seem that a full time job and a full allotment do not seem to be easily achieved, but it is all about little and often: getting out there and just picking at small jobs each time you’re in the garden.  For instance, this evening as I was looking around the garden I had time to weed the rows of cornflowers and night scented stock that are just coming up, weeded some of the parsnips, watered both greenhouses, and dug around the blackcurrants to get rid of some bindweed and nettles.  Took about an hour.

On Sunday evening I planted 24 brussels sprout plants and put netting over them, and also hoed around the garlic and onions.  Didn’t take long, but I had just enough time.  And it all builds up into one great symphony of stuff growing with such rapidity.

Iris
Iris

The great thing this year is that I now have a base line assessment (spot the teacher) from which to judge this year’s efforts and since last year was so sodden wet, this year seems to be so much better in terms of germination and productivity.  And because it has been nice and dry, the weeds and slugs have been kept down.  So virtually everything is now planted in their rows or tubs, and for the most part are all looking happy.  Bees were spotted around the broad bean flowers and the potatoes are starting to come into bloom too, so we could be digging new potatoes soon.  And with the lack of slugs, even the hostas are in fine form.  So, for now, all those little bits of work have created a scene of rude good health.  Only the courgettes had a poor germination this year, but we bought a couple of plants and with two sowings of our own, have now planted out seven little soldiers, which ought to be enough, if they all survive.

Of course, we have not have any crops yet (with the exception of salad leaves and radishes) so there is still some way to go, but we take one day, or one hour at a time and that seems to be working just fine for now.

Radishes & other salads alongside the rioting raspberries
Radishes & other salads alongside the rioting raspberries

Hoe Hoe Hoe

The Vorpal Blade went snicker snack

The weather has finally turned drier this past few days and my father can get to do what he really finds most satisfying: hoeing.  He has always said this is his most rewarding job in the garden so I have had a few attempts over the last few weeks to see where the pleasure lies.

The ground definitely needs to be devoid of dampness to make sure that those pesky weeds are left high and dry.  When conditions are conducive I can easily see why this is such a rewarding exercise.  You are basically buffing up your garden without getting on your hands and knees to do it.  But you do have to be careful: that hoe is a dangerous weapon in the wrong hands and in the wrong bed.  At the week-end he decided to hoe some of the herbaceous borders, without realising that we had sowed some seeds in parts of them.   And for myself, when hoeing around the vegetables I am in constant fear of taking off a healthy broad bean plant at ground level through my enthusiasm.

The beans are climbing, with a little help from blue string

Our good old traditional hoe is a fine and trusty looking tool.  A blade securely attached to a solid pole by means of two sturdy metal arms with a crescent top.  This is a hoe that has seen many a row of beans and borders and the pole is looking increasingly rotten while the blade is a dull rust colour.  I had a go with it, and had some success, but then discovered my dad’s new hoe which is a light sabre compared to the dull claymore that is the old one.  This one has a shining steel blade – or should I say blades, as it is secured only on side, while the other side can be used to deliver a lateral swipe.  This is both useful and intimidating, as I now have the opportunity to destroy my bean crop with forward, backward AND sideways swipes.

I used it around my runner beans and broad beans.  In recent years we have been picking veg while trying to dodge nettles and I do not want this to happen this year.  My main weapon in this battle is the Vorpal Blade that is the old man’s hoe.

And what joy it brings.  My borders and rows are looking dry and weed free with the soil nicely turned and friable, showing the plants at their best. That is something to bring a smile to one’s face.  Perhaps even a little chesty chortle of joy.