When I first started blogging there was a fellow blogger called PJ Gardener, who chose her name because of her habit of going into the garden before getting dressed in the morning and then ended up getting carried away with working there. I don’t know what has happened as I haven’t seen any of her posts for a long time but today was the first time in a long time that I have gone into my own garden and got carried away…..
When I came back from my travels at the weekend, I was pleased to see the mangetout I had sown was coming through. Last year, the crop was abysmal because I sowed it too late and the birds attacked the plants quite badly. So, this year I didn’t want the same fate to befall my crop.
Thus, this evening (not in my pjs) I set about repurposing the garden gate, which I saved from last autumn, when I look it down in readiness for the greenhouse going up this spring. The gate had taken up a lot of space because of the swing needed to get the wheelie bins in and out for the refuge collectors. But it would have been a shame to chop it up for firewood when it might make a frame for something in the garden.
I haven’t found a way of maintaining it upright without leaning it against the fence (yet) but I think it will be okay as it is for the time being. The main thing is the netting to keep the hungry birds from having a good nibble.
Anyway, this job did not take very long. The ‘carried away’ aspect of tonight’s work was the weeding. With the advent of spring the dandelions were starting to flower, the crouch grass was spreading and a few nameless varities of unwanted guests were making an abundant appearance (by my garden’s standards).
There was also the question of the blackberry bush. Or rather the new plants growing from the roots where the bush had been, up until the autumn of last year, before I moved it to the shadiest part at the back of the garden, in what is becoming the forest garden. There shoots are particularly uninvited because, unlike the mother plant, they have thorns.
Anyway, I can clearly see what permaculturists mean about land eventually turning to forest, if left to natures own devices. Just a shame I still want something of an annual vegetable patch as well!