The garden has grown again. H and Pip built the final veg box over the weekend (well final for now) and all three little ones helped me plant it up. So we’re definitely not a pocket handkerchief garden any more.
In the original beds the garlic and onions are still growing well; as are a couple of tulips. I’ve no idea how they got there because I’ve never grown tulips in that bed as far as I can remember so I’m thinking a squirrel has been poaching out of one of my neighbour’s flowerbeds in the not too distant past. Fortunately they’re all in the garlic section and I’ve been pulling them out as they flower so I don’t think we’re going to end up getting confused as to what is what.
The third bed, sovaldi sale the one we put in a few weeks ago has also been suffering from the attentions of the local animal populace. I didn’t have any new netting so we left it uncovered for the first few days and it wasn’t long before someone’s charming cat had decided to use it as a litter tray again. Even putting the netting from the garlic and onion bed back over the top didn’t stop it so I think we’re going to need to up our game on the anti-cat front, there but it’s a challenge to find something that keeps the cats away but doesn’t prevent the children from playing with the veg garden. At the moment the candidates are wrapping everything in chicken wire and getting some sort of high pitched noise that cats don’t like. I’m contemplating putting bark chippings between the beds too on the basis that cats wouldn’t like to walk on it – do you think that would work or would they just leap from the wall?
I’d resigned myself to the loss of all the seeds in the bed on the basis that the earth had been so churned up but it seems that miracles never cease and at one end we have a few straggly rows of teeny tiny parsnip seedlings, and at the other a good showing from the purple beans. We might have lost a few plants in the middle of the bed but at least it’s not a total right off. I’m going to leave the parsnips as long as I dare before thinning them out and then I’ll try to replant them in the gap.
The new bed is more veggies; sugarsnap peas, carrots and another attempt at spinach, and it’s all notionally in rows – but given that the children were doing most of the planting I think there will be more than a few stray peas turning up across the garden.
And finally the part fruit, part Pip’s digging patch bed.
The strawberries from last year are now springing into flower so it looks like we’ll have lots of fruit this summer. Of the plants that we moved across from what’s now the onion and garlic bed, a few of them have settled well and seem to be thinking about flowering although there were a couple that didn’t survive the winter.
And last but by no means least, my blackcurrant bush. Planted, pruned according to instructions but with my heart in my mouth and left over the winter as basically a clump of sticks, you have no idea how much of a relief it was to walk out into the garden one morning and realise that it was covered with a little cloud of green leaves. The leaves smell incredible too; just like tomato leaves smell tomatoey, these are a promise of things to come, you squish them and the scent is mouth-wateringly blackcurranty.
And I think that’s going to be the garden for this year; even as H eyes up our slightly irregular shaped garden and queries how long it’s going to be before he finds himself digging in the fifth bed, at least until I think of something else that I really really want to try growing – any suggestions?