The Floodlit Allotment

The race begins

I’ve not been up to the allotment for over a week. Well, I’ve mostly been out of the country, or at least county, so there’s an excuse! Loukik has, however, been planting onions and doing wonderful things which he alone can relate.

The first thing I noticed this evening was all the grass popping up! Like spurious pubes under a pubescent arm, nature is beginning to rebel against this organisation malarky.

Thankfully I was dealing with a raised bed today, which has had layers of topsoil, manure and compost added to it over the past weeks, so is not suffering from sproutage.

I added a bunch more compost, which Loukik had bought, set up my little bean wig-wams (I know: we don’t care what they’ve been, we want to know what they are now), and went to the greenhouse to see how my darling beans have been doing without me. Very very well, it seems! A veritable bonsai jungle of bean plants awaited me! Thrilled does not begin to describe my excitement! Anyhoo, I popped them in the ground – broad beans around one wig-wam, runners round the other – at what I considered to be a decent separation, and watered them in.

Here they bean:

In other news, rasps and blackberries seem to be taking well to the terrain. Herbs are OK, getting a bit grass-ed. No sign of life from the jerusalem artichokes or pots yet, but there’s plenty of time!!! (Not so much thyme. Boom boom.)

Our current plans look like this: