You’d think I had a particular love of pollarding willow in the rain, based on my blog posts over this weekend! Well, I have no qualms about gardening in the rain, and I certainly got less wet today than I had done on Friday. It’s also pleasing when you think something is a job well done, isn’t it?
Aside from the polllarding, we also worked in the forest garden at Old Sleningford Farm today: cutting down raspberry canes and clearing away branches from the paths so that they don’t end up buried under the grass in the summer.
Summer seems a long way off still, even if the days are longer and it is somewhat warmer. Yet the wild garlic is ready for eating and this is what we had for lunch. Which is how I came to mention my disappointment with the wild garlic seeds I have tried to germinate for the last couple of years.
Martin, who co-runs the farm suggested that I take some of theirs. So, once the pollarding was finished, his partner, Rachel, and I took forks to a couple of clumps of wild garlic and hey presto I had them to take home with me.