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)
Wow! What a year. I have to say it was one I really wasn’t planning for or expecting at the start of the previous one. Sitting on a sunny beach at the start of 2017 I had absolutely no idea that at the end of 2018 I would be sitting in our beautiful home overlooking the beach with my dream garden in the backyard.
While it seems like the journey has been fast, it hasn’t been without its ups and downs. I mean, I’ll never forget the April storm with its 212km gusts while our relocated house was still up on jacks. That storm is now looked upon as a blessing as it has helped us to appreciate the worst case situation here on the coast and we have taken it into consideration with our plans around the place.
Living in a caravan for 100 days with two teens – 40 of those days without internet, still makes me wonder how we did it at all. But we did it and survived just fine. You do what you need to do to get ahead, just putting one foot in front of the other and eventually something good happens.
But it is the garden that blows my mind. It was hard work, but at the start of May there was nothing there at all. And now as I stand in the middle of what is my dream garden, it takes my breath away. It isn’t completely finished, but what garden ever is? It is at a point where I feel I can call it done. All my desired crops are in, albeit it a tad late for some. But the main thing is there will be a harvest that will return us to the state of almost completely sustainable in vegetables. That was probably the hardest part of the last year – having to buy produce wrapped in plastic at great cost. I feel great relief that I can put that behind us once again.
I’d like to invite you to come for a quick video tour of the garden and check it out for yourself.
Thank you so much for following along with me this year. It has been a tad crazy at times and I am hoping 2019 will be more settled.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you call.
Come again soon – I look forward to a gentle and calm new year.
Sarah the Gardener : o)
While it was windy the other week, lately it has been so calm than it would be easy to rebuke the naysayers who frequently declared “ohh it will be windy there.” If you only came to visit once and it was this week, you would think the wicked winds of the west wouldn’t be at all possible. It is just too lovely!
But they lurk in the background waiting for an opportunity to tussle the place and I need to be wary. And a recent casualty of the wind has been my rhubarb. To be honest it was a victim of its own success. It is a rags to riches story at best. At worst it is just a rhubarb plant in my hands. I’ve never been great with rhubarb, but it turns out it was more that it didn’t care for wet feet and so failed to thrive. In that it made thin spindly stalks and small leaves and never more than a modest harvest. So really the fault wasn’t mine at all.
Here in the new place there is no chance of getting wet feet, so I purchased a plant with great anticipation of something better than before. I even deliberately tried to get the red stemmed kind and all of the young seedlings in the garden centre were positively glowing with a delightful ruby colour. Although now as they mature, they seem to be more green but tinged with red. Never mind, it’s still rhubarb. The thing is I probably went to the garden centre too early as the rhubarb bed wasn’t built yet so, the poor thing had to linger on the side lines in its pot for longer than I would have ideally liked. Keeping plants in pots alive has always been a bit of a struggle for me!
Finally, the bed was made and enriched with loads of goodies, swamp soil, blood and bone, sheep pellets and Yates Dynamic Lifter. It was all mixed in and the rhubarb plant settled in to the centre of the 1 x 1m bed it was to occupy all by itself, aside from a few marigolds to make the place look pretty.
It seemed happy enough there, until Snowy the Goat broke loose and decided to have a munch. There wasn’t much left, and I toyed with the idea of going back to the garden centre for another one like I did for the blueberries. The blueberries weren’t that damaged, but she’d eaten all the unripe berries that I had specifically selected the plant for and was anticipating a decent harvest in the first season. I went back to the garden centre and bought two more equally laden, only to have Snowy the Goat escape once again and eat all my blue potential…. Again. In the end I just planted all four plants and expect the plants will settle in all the better without the burden of fruit to develop.
But in all the drama the rhubarb stayed put and a new plant wasn’t sought. Which is just as well as the ‘pruning’ must have stimulated the growth, that and the quality soil it was planted in, as it just took off. The stems were so large I could hardly wrap my thumb and forefinger around them and the leaves where massive. And this was their undoing. When the wind picked up, the leaves became like sails and took the strain, loosening the stems at the base. Then the wind changed direction and attempted to finish the job of destroying my plant. The biggest stems were barely hanging on.
I know you aren’t supposed to harvest from rhubarb in the first season, but it just had to be done to repair the damage. Besides the way they had grown I figured it wouldn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. And waste not want not I took them into the kitchen to turn them into a refreshing rhubarb cordial that the kids probably won’t like so I will be all mine to quench my thirst while working in the garden.
It is quite a simple recipe and the detailed instructions can be found beneath the images in this post. I hope you try and enjoy it.
Come again soon – the garden is almost finished – in more ways than one.
Sarah the Gardener : o)