Ok so I’ve done some thinking…. About how I will tackle the next season. But I’d like to say that this is as convoluted as getting my head around crop rotation in the first place! Once I realised this, I decided I’d do it once and do it right, and then each autumn I can come back here as all the thinking necessary will have been done.
What makes it complicated is several factors. Firstly, which summer crops are lingering about and how long will they remain there, eking out their last ounce of productivity. I could be ruthless and say, “I need the space, out you come!” but that would be at the expense of one last zucchini or tomato. After a season without a garden I am certainly not going to waste a single opportunity for some fresh homegrown goodness, and as we don’t get frost here… who knows when that will be.
The next question is, when do the new proper season crops go in? (you know… the spring ones, because growing during the winter is just killing time really – but you didn’t hear that from me!) The last crops to go in in the spring will be the ones that really need it to be warm outside, the beans, peppers and melons are generally on the slow side.
But some go in rather early. For example, I’m putting my new garlic in in April because I want to avoid the risk of rust. My early garlic last year did really well without any orange dots dusting their tips. The mid-winter ones were hit in the last month of growth and came to nothing. They didn’t even get to bulb up! If I hadn’t have grown the early ones, I would have given up on growing garlic altogether.
This causes a bit of a problem I hadn’t foreseen when I did my crop rotation. I wish I had. Because the garlic follows the carrots and the carrots can go all year round, so now I have to decide do I plant my next successional row in the current carrot bed, and find I hold up the garlic, or do I start them off now in the potato bed – that still has potatoes in it, but only because I haven’t decided how I am going to store them this winter, and so have been digging up meal sized amounts at a time. It feels too early to be rotating crops. But any carrot seeds sown today will be ready in early June. Ok so the spuds need to come out and become the new Carrot and Root Crop bed. Although I’m not sure about the ones I sowed a few weeks back… They may not be ready in time…. and this is a classic example of how every little thing you do in the garden needs to be examined as to how it fits in the big picture. And this is just the garlic, carrot, potato conundrum. Don’t get me started on the pea, brassica, squash problem!
Then I need to decide what I actually want to grow over the winter. So, I poured over every available source of winter crops and decided everything I can and actually want to grow is already on my list and in my seed tin. Some of these are a one hit wonder – grow it once and its gone and others can be successionally planted between now and when the temperatures drop and growth all but ceases. So, I need to figure out how much of each I want to grow for now and for later. Bearing in mind the later could impact the planting of the spring crops. The thought of waiting all winter for something only to have to rip it out because sweetcorn is more exciting.
Once I know how much space I need for what I want, then I need to think about where to put it, taking into consideration the window of opportunity in some of the beds. I also need to decide to keep it in its normal crop rotation slot and put it in the old bed or in the new bed… hence the carrot conundrum. Or do I put it somewhere else where it won’t impact other crop rotation issues, like planting too many brassicas seasonally close together to build up disease in the soil.
Once I figure out where the winter crops will go – fitting them in around the old and the new summer crops, I need to decide what to do with the empty beds. Cover crops are a great idea to get a green manure thing going on so I can enrich the beds naturally and replace the goodies in the soil that was taken by the previous crops. But even this creates time issues. You need to allow 6 – 8 weeks prior to needing the bed for the new crops to ensure all the organic material dug into the soil is well rotted and incorporated into earth.
The other issue to give some thought to with cover crops is – which one? Legume crops like lupin and Lucerne has nitrogen fixing abilities through its root nodules so would be great after a hungry crop like sweetcorn. Other cover crops like oats are more carbon rich and will help to add structure to soil once dug in. Mustard is another great cover crop and is said to be able to heal and restore the soil, especially after a crop that was plagued with disease, like the rust in the late garlic. But you need to look twice before you cross the street with this one – was there a brassica in the bed, or in the one before it or after it as you really don’t want to increase the risk of club root. If you get that you’ll never be able to grow brassicas again!
I also like to grow wheat in some of my spare winter beds to use the straw as a mulch, but it generally isn’t ready for harvest until late September, so it is finding the right spot for it. And for some beds nothing seems to work and there is no time to plant anything, so these ones will probably just end up with a thick layer of manure for the worms to work in, with possibly a bit of help from a fork if they don’t work hard enough in the time allowed.
So now I know what needs thinking about and why, I think I need to get out a piece of paper and a pencil and try and make it all fit together in a logical plan. I’ll let you know what I come up with.
Come again soon – I may need a wee lie down after I figure this out.
Sarah the Gardener : o)
Today is hot. There is a gentle breeze coming off the sea, but in the microclimate of my garden, the wind speed monitor is turning lazily without a care in the world. The hot sun beats down on the black sand paths, bouncing the heat from the dark surface, making it impossible to walk across barefoot. The golden brown of the spent grasses on the hillsides and the intense blue of the sky all work together to make the garden seem like a scorching hot zone, where gardening is, for the moment, undesirable. The best times to make the most of the garden are first thing in the morning and in the late afternoon and early evening.
Fortunately, there isn’t much to be done in the garden – well nothing of great urgency. The weeds are under control with my weekly routine of staying on top of the little ones. The watering, thanks to the swamp soil I bought with me only needs to be done every 3 – 4 days and can go even longer at a push. The harvest is great, although due to everything going in later than I would have liked isn’t really at that glut status yet, and I suspect the best I will end up with will be in the realms of ‘manageable’. I have great hopes for next season when everything will go into the garden in a timely fashion.
But what I am beginning to see, while I certainly don’t feel it, is the beginning of the end of summer. For example, I harvested my sweetcorn the other day and vacuum sealed it and popped it into the freezer to bring sunshine to a winter day. Sweetcorn is always such a dramatic crop to grow and at its height, it dominates the landscape of the garden as it towers above everything else. However, once the ears are plucked, there is no reason to leave it there and so it makes sense to chop it down. The result is the garden no longer looks the same. There is something missing. Like when someone you’ve always known to wear a moustache suddenly shaves it off. It doesn’t look or feel right.
There are still plenty of crops in the garden and many will be there for sometime to come, like the pumpkins who will be there until the bitter end, as their leaves dry up and wither away. The peppers should keep going until the frost takes them out, and to be honest they are really only just getting started now. Having said that, we don’t get frosts here. I wonder if that means they’ll just keep going. I’m looking forward to testing this one out!
But slowly and surely the crops within the garden will be either eaten and enjoyed like the brassicas and the beetroot or give up the will to live after producing a bountiful harvest for months on end like the cucumbers and zucchini. This inevitable end will not only mark the passing of the season, but create empty beds. But the thing is nature abhors bare soil and will seek to colonise it immediately and the golden seed heads from the grasses on the hill have probably be eyeing up my fertile soil all summer long. I need to do something to protect my beds over the winter.
The first thing I can do is grow more crops. The winter crops aren’t half as exciting or as numerous as the summer selection, however I have the space and can ensure my winter diet need not be stodgy. I need to make a plan. I need to check the seeds I have and see if there are other exciting-ish crops that can fill my beds and make my winter gardening experience delightful.
Realistically it won’t be possible to fill all the beds. There is only so much cabbage one can force ones family to eat. And then there are other things to consider, will a bed filled with winter cabbage, mostly uneaten… run into congestion problems in the spring. Will my poor family be eating cabbage in every meal so their space can be cleared in time to plant the new season peas? Or could I get away with putting a long season crop in a bed destined to be occupied by the peppers that can be planted up to two months later than the peas? This all needs to be considered.
Of the remaining beds, the decision needs to be made – what to do with them. Growing a cover crop is a great way to keep the beds weed free, give winter interest and by digging them in 6 – 8 weeks before needed, the soil can be enriched and ready for the new season. But which bed suits which cover crop? It doesn’t make sense to follow brassicas with mustard, although a popular cover crop, as it can contribute to long term risk of club root disease as it is also a brassica. Not just any old cover crop will do. A legume crop will be ideal for replacing all the goodness the sweetcorn took from the soil creating those tall plants. This needs a bit of thought.
So, while I’m holed up inside on a hot and sunny day, waiting for the temperatures to drop, it makes perfect sense to decide what I’m doing next.
Come again soon – this summer isn’t going to last forever and I have plans to make.
Sarah the Gardener : o)
Today marks a pretty cool milestone for me. It was 10 years ago today that I hesitantly uploaded my very first video to You Tube. I was a great fan of those early gardening videos, although there weren’t many of them. I would spend my Saturday mornings searching them out and being inspired by them before getting out in the garden myself. There was a point where I could say ‘there wasn’t a gardening video on You Tube I hadn’t seen.’ It is very different today, everyone is at it! But back then my weekends were filled with familiar voices, many of whom are still sharing great content and others have fallen by the wayside. I enjoyed content from Sean James Cameron at ‘Diary of a UK Gardener’, Dan at ‘Allotment Diary’, Claire at ‘Claire’s Allotment‘, Patti Moreno at ‘GardenGirlTV‘ and the delightful ‘Gardenvespers777’, Donna at ‘Rainbow Gardens’ and ‘Webcajun’.
It was their friendliness that gave me the courage to upload my own video. For most of them they were just ordinary people with ordinary gardens sharing their passion, without drama or great production. You just needed to be yourself and you’d be fine, so with Hubby the Un-Gardener behind the camera I filmed my first video of my first garden in a very early incarnation. In those days videos could only be ten minutes long, so I had to split it in two in order to show it all. And with that I embarked on a social media journey that follows a similar path of the garden, getting bigger and better as time goes on.
Blogging came next, with my first writings appearing as part of a blogging competition in Spring 2010, then Facebook, Twitter and lately Instagram… Not to mention writing books, speaking engagements and brand ambassador work which I absolutely love doing. But while I’m not the most prolific video contributor – it takes a lot of effort to film, edit and upload those short little snippets of garden life, I have remained present on my channel over the last decade with sometimes sporadic posts, and briefly I managed a season with a frequency that could almost be called regular!
And so, in tribute to this special day I did the logical – I made a video. A tour and overview of my garden. So join me in my garden on this lovely sunny summer day as I mark the occasion.
Come again soon – goodness knows what the next ten years have in store.
Sarah the Gardener : o)
NB: the bold green words are links to wonderful places…
I did a bit of poking about on the great big internet to discover that a moment is 90 seconds, which is good to know. This garden has provided more than its fair share of memorable moments. Some memorable for the wrong reasons and others wonderfully unforgettable.
But the most surprising moments were the breathless ones. The ones without wind. Everyone said, “you won’t be able to grow much there, it is too windy.” I have defied them as evident in the flourishing garden I have managed to create. Ok there is wind but for the middle of the growing season it isn’t all that bad and compared to my old garden in the open, often windswept swamp, it isn’t out of the ordinary.
And I know all of this because is I got a fabulous weather station for Christmas. I set it up in the centre of the garden and it measures so many aspects of my microclimate. I can find out the pressure, humidity, dew point, and other things I still have to understand their relevance. But that will come with time. For now, I’m most interested in two things – wind and rain.
Over the last month the wind came from all four quarters and directions in between. But it comes as no surprise that the predominate direction was from the West (42%) and from the Southwest (28%). It rarely came from the Northeast – only for 1.3% of the time. And it wasn’t really that strong – not compared to the 212km/h winds that we experienced last April. The worst that was delivered in January was 27km/h with the worst gusts at 44km/h. Ok so I had to prop up the sweetcorn a couple of times, but it was nothing serious.
One thing I was really not expecting was there were moments with no wind at all. 1320 of them to be precise. (Bearing in mind a moment is 90 seconds.) There were 33 hours without so much as a puff of wind. This happened on 12 days with one day being calm for an astonishing 10.5 hours! This place is beginning to lose that wild reputation with me – well for the month of January at least.
The rain is another set of data I devoured with great interest. In the old place we had an unlimited supply of water in the form of a bore. Here we only have the rain collected from the roof of the house. We have two 30 thousand litre tanks, one for the house and one for the garden. But the garden one has never been filled to the top as we installed it in September and the winter rains stopped and we had to start the summer with a truckload of water and got another the other day.
I got the sense that we weren’t getting the kind of rain other people got. The water laden clouds would sail on by to dump on our inland neighbours, or it was accompanied by wind and so it would come in horizonal and wasn’t able to land on the roof. Water, water everywhere and not a drop to drink couldn’t be more apt.
There wasn’t a lot of rain in January, but as much as I would like to say “well it is midsummer.” But that isn’t a fair call as in more years than not it is a wash out, just as everyone goes out camping in their tents. It is like nature has a cruel sense of humour. But this year was one of the good ones, endless blue-sky summer days. And the numbers agree – we only had 49.2mm of rain over 5 January days, and 40.2 of those where on one single day!
They say knowledge is power and I look forward to gathering more data over the months and years and get a good insight into what is actually going on here so I won’t be bound by the limitations of what I think will cope on the wild west. If the veggie patch is anything to go on, the possibilities are very exciting indeed!
Come again soon – late summer is now upon us.
Sarah the Gardener : o)
Of all the garden tools at my disposal the one that works the hardest is the hose. It is the font of all hydration that is not heaven sent. Actually, all the water here is heaven sent, but the hose delivers the water that was captured upon the roof and then saved for… I was going to say ‘saved for a rainy day’ but while the intent is perfect the actual analogy doesn’t work at all. But you get my meaning. When it isn’t raining, the water comes from the tank via the hose.
With a garden as big as mine there is a lot that needs to be watered. In normal conditions in my garden watering deeply roughly every 5 days or so is enough. The soil in the beds is highly absorbent swamp soil and the fine sand has surprised me by holding the moisture deep down below the surface of the beds and so the roots have no trouble finding what they need to stay hydrated. I have found that I only need to water using my irrigation system for a mere 9 minutes per bed. Any more than causes the water to pool below and the sand becomes a little soft like it does just beyond the waves on the beach. So, it doesn’t take much to get the garden beds wet and keep them that way. I had feared the sand would be so free draining I’d be out there for hours with the hose.
But even with the irrigation system the hose still gets a workout, as it needs to be plugged into the system. Eventually it will be via a 6-hose water distributor and water computer so I can set and forget six beds at a time, but I have still to connect all the beds in a wonderful underground network that still needs to be dug (watch this space.) So, for now I am at the mercy of the timer on my phone blaring out across the garden in increments of just under ten minutes, demanding I stop what I am doing immediately and move the hose. This alone makes the desire to dig trenches strong.
So, every day the hose is unreeled and moved from bed to bed, snaking around corners and twisting and turning frequently as I work my way across the garden. In normal conditions I only focus on 6 beds a day and by the time I get back to the original 6 beds five days later, they are just reaching the point where they could do with a drink again. To do this job well it means a lot to have a hose that doesn’t kink. I’ve had them before, and they can make watering a nightmare. You spend more time untangling things than you do actually watering. There is value in a good quality hose.
But then you need to spare a thought for the poor, long suffering hose. Once unwound from the reel, it can lay about for hours on end. However, if it doesn’t have water flowing through it, the water can be left lying about within the hose and in the height of summer it can heat up to a remarkable heat. It is often too hot to touch, so I measured it once and found it was around 70C, which, if I can’t hold my hand under it, would be extremely detrimental to the health and wellbeing of my plants. It is always best to let it run free for a few moments until the cold water from the tank returns to the flow.
And while we are on the subject of health and wellbeing, there is a lot of talk out there about the toxic effects of plastic once heated, with nasty chemicals leaching from it into the very food we eat. And with some hoses, it doesn’t even need to heat up to provide all sorts of goodies other than water with its daily supply of a thirst-quenching drop. I wouldn’t mind so much if I was just watering flowers, but I’m watering food. Food my family will eat and just as important to me as a kink free hose, is one that only delivers water and not heavy metals and other toxic chemicals.
My poor hose was once shiny and new, with the promise of a long life ahead of it. It probably wishes it ended up in the hands of someone who only gets it out of the shed every now and again to hose down a path or briefly water a small backyard plot so it could retain its lustre. But for all that it has worked hard, my hose and I get on just fine and will continue to do so for many years to come. A hose may be humble, but you know when you have a good one!
Come again soon – I may have started digging a trench or two…. Either me or Hubby the Un-Gardener!
Sarah the Gardener : o)
The days are long, the sky is blue and the temperatures are soaring. It is the perfect combination for the veggie garden. I am seeing a harvest and am completely delighted. There were a few points in time when it didn’t look like I would get there and while it isn’t as prolific as I would have liked due to the lateness of the planting in the spring, anything is better than nothing!
And so in the spirit of Wordless Wednesday here is an tribute to my harvest:
I will probably be spending the rest of the day either watering the garden, as it is so hot out there all the plants are screaming ‘I’m thirsty!’ Or I’ll be inside hiding from the heat. The house beside the sea has as lovely cooling ability and the breeze from the ocean makes things in this heatwave actually quite pleasant.
Come again soon – we will soon be moving into late summer, and I’m not sure how I feel about this.
Sarah the Gardener : o)
NB: Clicking on the images will reveal a comment so it isn’t entirely wordless – but it is Wednesday!
This is a funny little vegetable. I’ve always grown it in my garden because it is easy to grow and you can’t have a burger without a slice of pickled beetroot. Oh and pickled beetroot sandwiches on white bread and a thick smear of soft butter. Oh the flavour of my childhood. Because to be honest, that is how I’d always had them. Pickled in a jar, done by my mum or bought from the store. That is how they came – pickled and if they didn’t, then you pickled them!
I didn’t realise you could have them any other way. So I carried on the tradition and grew them and pickled them. In the early days I grew the normal round ones – but the problem was I grew them too well and they grew too big to fit in a jar. This was easily fixed by a change of variety to Cylindra which as the name alludes to, grows in a long cylinder shape. My problems were over, I could slice them up nicely and they would fit in the pickle jar like it was meant for it.
You can see how I pickle them >HERE<
My first outrageous adventure with beetroot was born out of necessity. Back in 2014 a TV producer approached me and said we are doing a show called Cook the Books. It was for chefs with cook books. All the best names of Kiwi culinary geniuses were getting involved. And they wanted me, because there were recipes in my first gardening book, The Good Life! I was flattered and of course I said yes.
The funny thing is I’m a bit of a slap dash kind of cook and when I contributed the recipes for the book the publishers said “Sarah, people will want to cook these recipes, can you alter them to make them more user friendly” so I took them to my brother, who is an excellent chef to swap splodges of this and a dash of that for something more metric. He came back with “Sarah that isn’t how you make soup!” But I had made a soup like that and it was a very nice soup!
So here I was about to be on a TV show. The format was the famous ones had segment one and three and in between the adverts someone less famous but with a recipe book filled the space. I was sandwiched between Chelsea Winter and couldn’t have been more chuffed. I never met her though.
The problem for me as a gardener was they wanted to film in my garden in September. There is nothing in the garden in September. It is smack bang in the middle of the hungry gap. All there was in the garden was a determine stand of beetroot. Such a blessing I can grow it all year round. So I developed a fab recipe centred on beetroot. I thinly sliced them and slowly baked them, making chips, I made of bed of tender young beetroot leaves, sliced red onion, marinated in lemon juice went into the simple salad. The now pink lemon juice was mixed with salt and pepper and sunflower oil to make the dressing. And the final addition was some halloumi cheese I whipped up from scratch from a show sponsors cheese making kit. (The foolhardy thing was it never occurred to me to make a backup… just in case. Fortunately there was no need for just in case.) I ran the recipe past my chef brother and then it was filmed it for all to see!
Then I went back to pickling them, and making the odd chocolate chip filled beetroot muffin here and there. Until recently. Looking for ideas for quick and easily salads to feed crowds I boiled some up and diced them into dishes with feta cheese and a vast array of possibilities like nuts, onion, carrots or whatever else I had on hand. I have been free and easy with my beetroot associates and have managed to pull it off every time. Beetroot has become my friend.
But by far the most delish was the dip I made recently to go with some kohlrabi chips. I did a brief search of the internet and saw the general gist for the recipes and threw cooked beetroot, a blob of sour cream, a chunk of feta cheese, some cumin, salt and pepper and some red wine vinegar – only because I didn’t have a lemon and the red colour matched, into my blender and moments later I had the most delish dip.
I may never go back to pickling. Beetroot has been elevated in my kitchen and is no longer a humble garnish for a burger – although that is nice too.
Come again soon – we are now passed the middle of summer and the garden is at the that productive stage that makes it all worthwhile.
Sarah the Gardener : o)
NB: I have fished out the recipes for the TV show beetroot salad and the beetroot muffins for those who are interested. The beetroot dip is loosely described above.
With the last of the summer holidays ebbing away, there was only one thing to do… squeeze in one more day away to do something you love. So, I packed up the family for an early start to what has to be one of the coolest gardens around. Hamilton Gardens. I’ve been before, but it isn’t a just do it once kind of a place. As the seasons course across the calendar the gardens reveal something else just as other features that have had their day in the sun fade away. This should be an opportunity to go garden visiting at least once a month to soak it all in and appreciate the changes nature provides for us. It is only two hours away from us and I always come away with the intention to visit again, until life gets in the way. Not this time – I’ve marked it in the diary… I will be back.
But let me tell you all about it. Hamilton city had the forethought and great vision to convert the local rubbish dump beside the Waikato River into a garden, as far back as 1960. They decided not just to create a botanical garden, but a garden museum exploring the development of gardens across time and cultures, which are represented in over twenty garden styles. And they are all world class and award winning… internationally.
Short of getting garden overload, which would leave me deliriously giddy for days, I paced myself and only visited a handful, peeked in a few and left a few for next time to ensure I’d return. So, let me share with you my favourite gardens so far.
Normally the Japanese style garden is the one people seem to want to recreate and there were several versions created in Monty Don’s garden show Big Dreams Small Spaces, across three seasons that I binged watched over the holidays. But no one had expressed interest in a Chinese style and to be honest I’d never really given it much thought myself as an exciting garden possibility. But as the first garden of the day it blew my breath away.
This garden is based upon gardens from the Sung Dynasty from the 10-12th Century. The garden is supposed to take you on a journey that evokes imagination and surprise. This is a big call, but I think I’ll call it one of my favourites.
You can find out more about this garden >HERE<
I almost didn’t visit this one as I wanted to save it for next time and the day was late and the kids were beginning to moan. I promised them I’d just take a peek. But on turning the corner and emerging from the dark corridor into the bright light of day, the most incredible garden revealed itself to us and we were lost to it. The intensely blue of the sky allowed the bright colours of the plants, contained within the deep greens of the hedging plants of the formally laid out garden and the cream brickwork and sea green geometric pools at the centre of it all to just pop. It was complex in its design, yet somehow elegant in a way that only an Italian could pull off. I will visit this garden again, and again… and again….
You can find out more about this garden >HERE<
My third favourite garden was rather quirky in its origin, but it translated wonderfully from the pages of a book I now must read. The garden is designed around Katherine Mansfield’s short story ‘The Garden Party’. She is one of our famous authors from the beginning of the 19th century and had a fabulously daring lifestyle until her early death aged 34. This garden not only reflects a garden in her story but also what a typical garden would have been like for the well to do kiwi back in the Edwardian days. It is so well done, you feel like you are one of the attendees at the party as you make your way down the paths.
You can find out more about this garden >HERE<
There are only so many words to fit on the page and images to jam in as well, so we will continue this again next week. There is still so much to show you.
Come again soon – after more than a week of sunshine the garden is beginning to finally bear a proper summer harvest.
Sarah the Gardener : o)
NB: Clicking on each image will give a bigger picture and a few words to describe them.
I am back in the garden again. It isn’t like I didn’t go anywhere, but over the Christmas and New Year break, I took a holiday of sorts. We have such a beautiful spot here by the ocean, so we decided to share it with our friends and for a week it became a summer campground, minus the expensive campsite fees. I enjoyed the company of others, just like I would have if I was one of the campers – although I did have the luxury of my own bed! No tenting for me. I think I’m getting to old for that palaver. We swam, went for long walks on the beach and wandered up and down the giant hills we have. We cooked on a BBQ and saw in the New Year with much celebrating. It was magnificent.
But the garden took a back seat. It wasn’t completely neglected as I kept up with the watering. I really must finish the irrigation system, so I can water six beds at a time. Currently I am a slave to a nine-minute alarm and if left a moment longer, I end up with a flood out the bottom of the beds. It would be nice to just set and forget. This task has been moved further up the priority list for the new year than it was before. The days are sunny, and the sand is hot, so things can get thirsty pretty quickly.
I also nipped into the garden to harvest things. To be honest there hasn’t been much, because everything went in so much later than I would have liked but considering there was no garden at all at the start of May last year I shouldn’t be so hard on myself. The harvest will come.
In my almost absence things did take a bit of a hit. There was a lot of rain right before Christmas. There hadn’t been much of any significance since September and I know this well as this was when I put in a 30 thousand litre tank to service the garden and it wasn’t looking like it would be fill in time for the heat of summer. And then the heavens opened and the week before Christmas was cold, wet and miserable and not summery at all. The only blessing was it filled my tank to more than half. Unfortunately, my potatoes didn’t like the wet conditions and I am left with a bed of shrivelled stalks and leaves. I did dig one variety up and all is not lost. There was a harvest of sorts. I’ll have to dig up the rest and see what is there. I’m not holding my breath.
The late garlic also got hit with rust as a result of the wet conditions. Which seems to have delayed that last push for bulbing up. I’ve been pulling one out a week to see how they are doing, and it isn’t looking great. Especially when compared to my successful early crop. I have set a few of the best bulbs aside for next year, but in view of the quality of the late ones I may just put a few more aside.
These things were out of my control, but taking my eye off my tomatoes was a bad move… I have just spent a more than an hour dealing with an infestation of psyllid. Had I been more in tune with my garden I would have spotted the tell-tale sugar-esk poop a lot sooner and it wouldn’t have spread as far. I have removed a lot of affected leaves – which I intend to burn and sprayed to save my crop. I don’t spray often, but when I do it is with determined intention and a touch of anger. How dare they invade my garden!
On the up side, the peas are nearly finished, and I’ll have enough to store in the freezer for winter meals. I hope to pop some more in, in the autumn. The onions have been fabulous, most of them are huge! I just need somewhere to store them, but we don’t have a shed just yet. Hubby the Un-Gardener isn’t keen for a years’ worth of onions to be hanging around the house. The kohlrabi has been a hit, especially when we ran out of crackers for the dips and cheeses, so I raced to the garden and sliced one up. Everyone loved it.
But now I am back in my routine. Monday is the first row and it has been weeded, watered, fed and cared for. All its needs are met. Tomorrow I’ll tackle the second row and restore holiday neglect into order and so on. It shouldn’t take long.
Come again soon – the summer has finally arrived, and the plants are loving it.
Sarah the Gardener : o)
As exciting as 2018 was, I’m not all that keen to repeat it. I think you should probably limit the number of dramatic upheavals in a lifetime. Now we have found this beautiful spot and put in all this hard work to get to this point, I am happy to make the call… “this is it.” This will be the place you will find me in 10, 20, 30, 40 or all things going well in 50 years’ time. It is such a wonderful location and there is enough space and possibility that we will be kept excited and enthralled by this place for a very long time.
So, reducing that long term view to next year, what does that look like. We still have indoor projects to take care of, new bathrooms and painting walls etc but I have no problems waiting until the depths of winters. I want to get this place right, and if we are going to be here for such a long time then there is no hurry.
The garden will fall back into the gentle ebb and flow of a normal garden and I am looking forward to this. There is nothing like construction and seedling management in mid – late spring to fray the nerves! There are still things to be done. There is one more bed to be built and I’ll get onto that over these summer holidays so then I can properly say “it is done.” Well, on that level.
The dome still needs glazing and the glass is here, so it is just a matter of organising the doing. I can hardly wait for this one. Then I’ll pop some shelves in and it will be fabulous. I still want and need a shed or two and the fence needs finishing, but these things are in the plans and I have help lined up.
The back beds – the ones behind the dome still need to be irrigated and that is a weekend type project, but not difficult. Then I need to connect all of the beds together in groups of six ending in common hubs, so I can easily set up my water distributor and water computer to water in a set and forget way. I have actually found myself enjoying the irrigation process. I think Hubby the Un-Gardener will be delighted to have the irrigation supplies out of the bedroom where I have been keeping them while I don’t have a shed!
The way the beds are set up now, there is a connection popping out in the middle of the path that I can just attach a hose to. I have found, while not as retentive as the swamp, the sand under the garden has water holding properties and in combination with the swamp soil in the beds, I only need to water for nine minutes before it leaks out underneath. After a nine minute watering, the sand around the beds eventually changes to the dark colour of wet sand and remains like it for days. Digging down at this point reveals lovely cool moist conditions days after the initial watering. It has been an interesting experiment as I was under the impression sand was free draining, but it would appear I have some good stuff that is very fine. It also means my water tank won’t take as much of a hammering as I anticipated over the summer. I suspect the 20 minutes I was watering the garden at the old place was a touch to long!
For the benefit of the irrigation – the garden has been divided into five groups of six. This works well in other areas too – giving me a daily group of beds to care for. This system worked well in the old garden and will work well again here. So, on a Monday only group one gets weeded, watered, fed and any maintenance. Any harvesting across the garden is done on any day. Although from past experience the Friday bed can get a bit neglected. But what this means is things tend to stay in control and if it slips from the grasp of order, it doesn’t take much to put it right. I found in the past if I was going from the worst bed to the next worst bed, then eventually the most in control bed would join the ranks of the out of control. Weeding a barely weedy bed once a week is way more efficient.
So, I am looking forward to a gentle gardening year where I can enjoy the ebb and flow of nature. Or I may take on another project – who knows.
Come again soon – 2019 will be way more in control!
Sarah the Gardener : o)