Writing the book has wreaked havoc on the plans for allotmenting this year, the plot has been badly neglected at the most crucial time.
I had pinned my hopes on a bunch of plants I’ve raised from seed at home, and nutured carefully, hardening them off on exterior windowsills, and carefully tending them. A load of dwarf beans, courgette plants, squash plants, sweetcorn and so on.
I saw an opportunity to get down to the allotment this afternoon, so I took it. I loaded up the plants in a cardboard box, and took some big sheets of card with me too, I loaded them all on to the bike, and set off pushing them.
Disaster.
After crossing the road and going up a curb the bike overbalanced, and my grip on the box of plants wasnt good enough to stop it tipping them out on to the pavement – snapped stems all over the place.
Severely gutted by this turn of events I continued to the allotment, where I found the plot overgrown with weeds, I’ve not been able to get there for about a fortnight – total nightmare.
So there we go – wont be living off the land this year. In future any writing will be done in the autumn and winter, spring and early summer are too precious.
Gutted of Grimsby.
Ewww, what a sucky story – sorry to hear about that. If it’s any consolation, I am considering turfing over my beds, they are just riddled with weed seeds and I’m losing everything. It’s not funny 😦
I might try raised beds and containers next year.
We live and learn! Nature is amazing though eh? We turn our backs for 4 days and the weeds are knee deep; what power to her!
hey Mrs Green, thanks for the comment 🙂 Yes nature is amazing, trouble is she does tend to grow what she wants rather than what I want… I suppose the balance is finding something we both want! I’m experimenting with a bed full of manure, with card on top and some compost on top of that, with a straw mulch around the plants – lets see some weeds get in there!
three suggestions
1) B+Q; get yourself some new seedlings
2) Less twittering more weedering
3) Glyphosate and plenty of it
Seriously the seedlings is a right shame. I feel your pain there.