Wierd weather and thinning out
Well it's official, the warmest and driest April on record. Whilst it's great to be able to work on the plot in a t-shirt, it's easy to forget that this time last year we were all moaning about being a month or so behind with the weather. So it's all topsy turvey again, and the last few nights have been quite a reminder that frost is still close at hand, my hands were 'blue' after watering on our windy site. And watering we need to do lets be honest, the plants are parched, and right at a time when those developing roots want a really good soak. The wind has not only been cold, but really quite strong, the broad beans bending over almost in two. The salad poly tunnel flew off across neighbouring plots, and the hose spray constantly blew back in my face as the dreadful water pressure on the website couldn't even push it's way through the windy onslaught. And still the sun shines. Wierd weather indeed. The wind was giving the freshly emerged carrot and parsnip seedlings a hard time too, but it may have helped disipate the smell of carrot thinning, so those pesky carrot flies might not get a hold this year. Throwing out all those healthy little parsnip seedlings seems very wrong, but of course it's the only way to get any kind of decent size crop, and a rough count still gives us 150 - 200 parsnips at the end of the day!
Posted by Carl
at 13:26 BST
Updated: Wednesday, 4 May 2011 14:28 BST
Frozen Brussel Sprouts
So the snows have come with a vengeance and in November too! Liz suggested that we had some sprouts for Sunday lunch, a snowy frosty Sunday lunch. So off I trotted wrapped in far too few clothes... will I never learn? The sprouts were standing there, last of the white fly frozen to the leaves in a state of what seemed suspended animation! And so to the knife to cut the stalk. Ah I'd forgotten it. I'd have to dig them up. Ah the shed keys, well I'd grabbed the wrong keys on the way out of the house, and so I thought a show of brute force and a big hearty tug would free the stalks, but no such luck... the ground was rock hard. Eventually with a good deal of wiggling and bending (the stalk too) two delightful stalks of delicious sprouts for lunch. Liz was pleased, although the whole operation had taken far longer than it should. As did cutting the sprouts off the stalk, they were frozen and by the end of it all so were my hands. If the knife had slipped, I don't think I would have noticed, so numb were the old digits. Lunch was very delicious by the way.
Posted by Carl
at 16:17 GMT
Updated: Wednesday, 1 December 2010 16:18 GMT
What every allotment needs
The weather turns colder, the days get shorter, there's no too much to do on the allotment, so what else does it need? You're right... a blog! So here goes.
Posted by Carl
at 18:01 BST
Updated: Monday, 1 November 2010 12:30 BST