Gardening it seems is turning out to be quite a lot like parenting. Partly in the plant it and hope and pray something good germinates analogy but mostly that it only grows when you’re not looking.
I find this to be very true of the children, they definitely only grow at night when I’m sleeping or wishing I was sleeping, and suddenly the pretty skirt and top that Kitty wore last week is looking a bit on the snug and short side. It’s only when wake up in the morning that I can see that’s she’s had another growth spurt, and only now that I look at these pictures having just flicked back to last week to remind myself that I can see that anything has grown at all.
Yes, this is a week of not much change in the Pocket Handkerchief Garden. If we were a book, these would be the foreshadowing chapters, building the suspense for the moment when the garlic is going to leap out from behind the strawberries and shoot for the sky, preferably with a lot of ominous organ chords and a thunderclap in the background.
Things are growing. I can’t actually see any change in the strawberry/onion/garlic bed, save that a few more petals have fallen from the strawberry blooms and the tulip is starting to fade and can now be pulled up to prevent it being mistaken for anything more edible come July (though it’s not in a row and everything else is so I think we’re safe).
And in the other bed, well to be honest, it looks a bit of a mess. I want to clear it up a bit but I’m not terribly good at telling seedlings from weeds (or anything from weeds for that matter, I once very efficiently weeded my father in law’s primulas) and I’m also a little worried that if I sweep up some of those catkins I’ll take half the seedlings with me.
So we’re just letting it be. We now have a nice cover of spinach seedlings and a few good patches of rainbow chard, and I think that just possibly there might be something in the sweetcorn section. Well there are three new somethings that could be sweetcorn, and a couple of other somethings that could be grass or sweetcorn. I’m going to leave them all alone for a bit and hopefully I’ll eventually weed the right one. That or doe anyone know a village show with a giant weed competition?
Joining in again with Soulemama