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Spring? No, it’s winter!

In Uncategorized on May 18, 2012 at 6:12 pm

The fields are green but the allotment is still bare.

Dear Caroline,

It’s taken me weeks to reply to your last letter about your allotment being vandalised, and hopefully by now you’re back up and running and it’s a distant memory. How completely infuriatingly maddening, though, to have some senseless idiots undoing all the careful work you’d done. I know that the polytunnel and the rabbit fencing must have cost a lot but it’s not about the money, is it – it’s the way it sets you back several steps in the whole process so you have to start again. So incredibly disheartening. But you’re right – you can’t let them defeat you – you just have to put it behind you and move on (while thinking murderous thoughts and resisting the urge to march into their homes and shout a lot, I imagine).
   I know I’m not alone in feeling disheartened about this weather at the moment, too. It’s just so cold. I keep trying to switch the heating off and sneaking back down to switch it on. And baking lots of cakes to make me feel better. My emerging potato tops were brown and frosted on Sunday morning and my poor tomatoes, even in the cold frame, are pale and wilted like sickly children. All they need is a good dose of hot sunshine but I’m not sure if or when we’re actually going to get it.
   It did stop raining enough over the weekend for me to spend most of the day on the allotment on Saturday and I planted spinach and salad leaves, and chucked in a load of chard seedlings. I felt a whole lot better after that. Then I tied up the pea seedlings that had managed to escape the appetite of the mouse, using bright orange string to deter (ha, fat chance) pigeons, partridges and crows. Rabbits continue to gnaw their way in. It just seems this year as if all the wildlife in the area has discovered us. They are talking to each other and passing it on: ‘Hey, get on down to OX10 for a party, it’s rockin’. There’s enough food for everyone!’

Pea seedlings.

Even the most fanatic wildlife promoter amongst us is muttering things about trying to keep the rabbits out – she’s the hedgehog-rescuer who gets upset if we strim round the perimeter of the fence because she says we’re destroying too much of the natural habitat, or complains about us having bonfires because we might roast the voles. She won’t even use netting because she’s afraid the birds might get caught in it. I keep wanting to say to her – get real, having an allotment isn’t all about sharing, it’s about growing stuff for humans to eat, not animals. But I think she might be getting the message now, having found all her broccoli seedlings munched down to the ground in the space of 24 hours.
   And Caroline, my annuals patch! Don’t even ask. What on earth was I thinking? How in God’s name did I think I was going to be able to rescue a virgin patch of land full of nettles and docks and the very same season turn it into a flowery paradise? I reckon it takes four years of repeated weeding to tame a patch of land, so I think I just got carried away in a fit of enthusiasm, only to realise three months later that I am completely bonkers. Of course it hasn’t helped that I was unable to get out there for over three weeks because it was so wet – but on the top half of the plot the weeds were knee high so I had to strim them back at the weekend. And where I have sowed nigella, larkspur and poppies, a few measly seedlings (the ones that didn’t rot in the deluge of rain) are fighting their way feebly through the weeds like people trying to go the wrong way in a crowd. Meanwhile my pathetic little mini greenhouse is heaving with seedlings that I don’t want to plant out until I’m sure there will be no more frosts – IT’S NEARLY JUNE! As you can tell, I’m annoyed with myself for failing hopelessly in the project I was so excited about – but as Sabina reminded me today, we couldn’t have picked a worse year to grow annuals from seed.
   So I plough on, trying not to get disheartened. I remembered Sarah Raven saying something about doing a second sowing of half hardy annuals in May, so I rushed out just before I had to go and do the school run to sow a few extra things – salvias, snap-dragons and wall flowers – and now pray for some good weather.
lots of love
Clare x

Plants trying to escape from my mini-greenhouse.

Is it worth it?

In Uncategorized on May 18, 2012 at 6:03 pm

Winning combination: Red Hat, Double Princess and Prinses Irene.

Dear Clare,

What did you write about this weather not lasting?  Within five days of the temperature being a steady 21 degrees and me struggling to keep the seeds in the packet we had a foot of snow with all the roads closed. The poor farmers up the dale had it so bad that one lost 60 ewes, all heavily pregnant, in the drifts.  We were in the highlands of Scotland at the time and thought it pretty amazing when we saw a dusting of powdery snow on the Cuillins on Skye, little realising how bad they were having it here.

Unfortunately we had another surprise waiting for us when we got home after a 9 hour drive.  We’d just unpeeled ourselves from the seats glad to have survived the journey without having a major domestic when one of my neighbours rushed over in tears saying that we’d had some vandals on the allotment.  Eve and I went down to find the new rabbit proof fencing on the ground, the compost bins (and compost) strewn around and the new polytunnel which Andy and I had just recovered only two weekends ago at great cost smashed in, the door splintered, the plastic slashed and all my precious seeds strewn around.  I was too angry even to cry but that night, at 4am, got up and paced the floor and thought, “Sod it, it’s not worth it anymore. If it’s not rabbits, it’s vandals.”

But I soon changed.  I’ve already planted garlic, salad, and broad beans; the chives, sorrel, rhubarb and chard are all sprouting; the wallflowers, violets and scented narcissi are up and my kitchen is full of seedlings.  How could I give up?  So today, Easter Monday when I was hoping to plant potatoes and do some sowing, Andy and I went and cleared up the damage, with huge hangovers I might add having had 13 guests for Easter Sunday lunch!

So by 6 o’clock all was restored and our neighbours came round and commiserated with us, much gossip was swapped the best of all being this.  The 4 lads (actually they were about 19 and old enough to know better) had been drinking all Friday night and had come and smashed up the allotment at 9am Saturday morning.  Despite 3 phonecalls to the police no-one came until the ringleader was caught walking through our village stark naked with only a pair of boots on. He was arrested and the other three were rounded up in the village shop after going on the rampage. The entire village is agog.

So – Allotmenteers 1 – Drunken Chavs Nil.  Result.

Love,
Caroline xx

Gratuitous photo of Tulip ‘Double Princess’ to cheer us up.

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