Having used an inordinate amount of space on this blog lately to rant about the government and its plans for our money – whether to pay back its borrowings by working us to the death or keeping MPs in moats, trouser presses and toilet seats – I thought it was time for a change of pace this week. Actually, DJ told me that for my own sanity – and his – I wasn’t to read anything else about MPs’ expenses over the weekend and that, instead, I had to spend quality time in the garden. Very sensible advice, if you ask me. Not only is working in our back garden relaxing and good exercise, but there was an awful lot to do, anyway.
My potatoes were taking a bit of a battering in the wind – not unlike Michael Martin, the Commons’ Speaker, I thought – and had started to dry out, so I gave them a good watering and topped them up with some more compost. I swear they seem to grow a few more inches every day. They are enormous. Meanwhile the pumpkin, courgette, squash and cucumber seeds I planted a few weeks ago have also gone ape. After some of the geranium seeds I sowed didn’t come up, DJ advised me to plant at least two vegetable seeds in case I experienced the same problems. But there was nothing wrong with the seed stock in this instance, so now I have two of everything fighting for space. I’ve been busy repotting the squash, courgette and pumpkin plants in readiness for hardening them off and then planting them out in my vegetable plot. I can’t wait until the fruit starts growing on them. I can’t think of anything cooler than growing your own pumpkin. I thought I might try and feed it some homemade beer and see if that helps. I remember seeing somebody do that once on a programme about monster vegetables. Let me know if you’re tried it.
We’ve already got loads of different cucumber plant varieties as DJ is also growing a number of them, so he advised me to pinch the extra ones out. I’m growing a green house variety and as we don’t have any neighbours with a green house to swap them with, I’m afraid the spares wound up in the compost heap. I felt pretty mean doing it, I must say, but there is only so much room. The green house is teeming with DJ’s 21 tomato plants, which are already flowering, and the sunflowers for his work’s competition to grow the tallest sunflower. But my spare courgette, squash and pumpkin plants looked so vigorous that I just couldn’t bear to do away with them so callously. I will either try to foist them on my neighbour or find homes for them elsewhere in the garden if I can.
While the vegetable plot is going great guns with cabbages, purple sprouting broccoli, broad beans and peas all flourishing, we had a bit of a disaster with the green house itself last week. DJ had had a bad day so he decided to take his frustrations out on the lawn, thinking the fresh air would do him good. Sadly, he’d barely started mowing when he accidentally smashed a large pane of glass in the green house. At first I wondered if it was a symbolic attempt to demonstrate artistically, albeit on a smaller scale, how broken the House of Commons is, but apparently a stone simply ricocheted off the lawnmower. DJ’s rung around for some quotes and it will cost £45 to replace. Oops. Not very frugal. Now, if I were an MP, I’d be putting my claim together right now…
Do you grow your own veg, fruit or flowers? How is your garden coming along this year? Leave a comment and let me know.
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