Progress is slow but sure with our field beans and rye
Strange day, or should I say half an hour at the allotment on Sunday. I had been diverted by dropping off a 'Red Cross' parcel of Fern Verrow bacon, sausages and leeks to Howard, who has been unwell, and the sun had gone by the time I got to the gate. But I blame my mixed mood on the green manure.
You see, last year we only covered a small area at the end of the 'old plot'. It grew fast and there was plenty of room to plant elsewhere. But this year we have covered the plot apart from a 2ft strip where the onions and a few left-over bulbs are thriving. Effectively, then, it is impossible to plant crops until the manure has matured (past Easter at this rate). Unfortunately, our allotment is still looking like the bald doll's head my girls used to torment, with occasional tufts of rye and beans. And, no, it's quite enough that the (admittedly beautiful) beans are piling on a new pair of leaves every visit.
Red onions like a wind farm on the narrow strip at the end
I guess until now this hasn't much mattered as we have spent the past four or five weeks working hard at clearing the bank at the back (it is nearly finished). Just that I am itching to plant and plan and pick new crops. But no worries, sure I'll snap out of my blues over the greens by next weekend.
So, anyway, anything upsetting or exciting you?
