One of things that I have enjoyed a lot this summer, has been pottering about in our newly made-over vegetable garden.
Back last year we began the job of raising the bottom half of our garden down to the ground and clearing it. Rotivation, plastic sheeting and four teenagers barrowing nine tonnes of pebbles onto it saw it transformed.
The raised beds were brought with us from our old house where they had been our first vegetable garden, and if I had time to tell you the long story about acquiring those reclaimed pieces of railway sleeper and old church pews, then you would probably understand why it was worth the effort to relocate them here.
Then we left it over the winter and so this spring we only had the fun jobs left of planting up.
In went four separate sowings of potatoes, a row of raspberry canes, some perpetual spinach (in fact I wish it would stop now !)
peas and broad beans, salad crops, cabbage, courgettes, sprouting brocoli (great for the butterflies but not the dinner table) and a cottage garden of lupins, hollyhocks, sweet williams, marigolds and sweet peas.
I confess to starting with ready sown plants to get a head start and avoid crushing disappointments but other than that no intervention has taken place and it’s grown tall and fruited as it should.
The glory of gardening: hands in the dirt, head in the sun, heart with nature. To nurture a garden is to feed not just on the body, but the soul.
There is a certain satisfaction in growing things and being outside working and I’m not sure I could articulate why its good for the soul, but it is.
- Potatoes in old black dustbins. They grow well and are easy to harvest – just tip them up!
- July 2013
- I confess to having already planned and bought next years seeds. I feel I could be showing my age now that I’m happy to go to bed with the Sarah Raven catalogue and dream of gardening!