Grey Days

 As I write, the rain is beating against the windows and the view is of a cold and pretty soggy world. I haven't worked up enough `go' to take the dog for a walk and he has had to do with a ball thrown across the lounge (not a brilliant idea, since I now have ball-shaped splodges on the carpet, the wall, the door...) The weather is grim and the country-wide Covid news pretty grim too. It can be tempting to be downright negative! Fortunately, there is always something fantastic out there if you stop long enough to look.

The birds, for one. Despite the rain, my garden is absolutely teeming with birds. I put food out sporadically, but my neighbour has bird feeders (with actual food!), so I suspect I might be benefiting from his collateral. While neither birds nor neighbour seem to mind that I am cashing in, I'm enjoying every moment. There are still wood pigeons about,( mostly sitting mournfully and ridiculously in the rain) but a pair of ring-necked doves have become regular visitors to the lawn. My favourites, the blackbirds are taking full advantage of the fruit-laden crab apple tree, as are the blue tits. And we seem to have a sudden surge in the population of chaffinches. Months ago, I was terrorised by an especially territorial chaffinch who took umbrage whenever he saw his own reflection (car wing mirrors, windows, sliding doors, conservatory, any window...) and threw himself against all surfaces with great gusto. My car had bags over the wing mirrors for days and I spent a large proportion of my time shooing away the feisty little bird. I can only imagine that his territorial ambitions were realised, because I now seem to have more chaffinches about than I can count. I'm not sure what they will do when the weather gets colder, since I've never had the opportunity to notice before. Anyone?

The weather has limited my garden activities (yes, I know, I'm clearly not dedicated enough) but I have decided to try winter-sown crops this year. Despite spinach being a roaring success in previous years, the slugs have stripped every plant back to a few skeletal stalks. I never actually see a slug, so I must assume that these are very particular stealth slugs. No matter - they appear to not like kale, so I have something green and leafy to pick. I also threw in the last of the lettuce seeds and now have three lettuce plants that seem to be happily avoiding slug attention. The miracle butternut (the last survivor of seeds sown from a supermarket butternut) has produced two reasonably sized fruits and I am now just waiting for them to take on butternut colouring before I harvest them. The great excitement has been the planting of onions. I put them in about two weeks ago and there are already some strong stalks peeping up from the trenches  - so cause for optimism. I have also planted leeks, although I must admit to finding leeks a bit of a challenge in the past. They do grow, but are so much slower than I imagined they would be. And then my first crop was so gritty that it barely seemed worth the effort. HOWEVER, by being a lazy gardener and not pulling them out, I discovered that they create the most gorgeous flowers, which look lovely cut, even if they do smell a little oniony. The bees also love them. So I have to admit that the leeks are there more for flowers than eating - although I suppose I will think again when they are actually eating size.

Two chilli plants, grown from seed as a father's day present in June, seem to be doing well in the greenhouse - so maybe there will be some chillies soon. I had one pepper plant in my veg patch that was looking increasing miserable, so I have dug that up and put it in a pot in the greenhouse too. It remains to be seen whether I have killed it or not.

One of the nice things about the approaching winter is that it is the season to order (and plant) bare-root trees. I have cherry ambitions this year, but have been beguiled by advertisements of dwarf fruit trees that can be grown in pots. A lemon tree looks extremely tempting, with many boasting hardiness to -5 degrees. Hmmm - decisions.

So good things to look forward too, even if it is wet and cold.

Talking of good things: one of the positive outcomes of this really strange year is the way that so many communities have come together. I have to admit to not really being a community type. Although I have nothing against participation, I've never really felt inclined to join in, but this year has made me re-evaluate. In my rather small village, I have to give a shout-out to the pub. The Fox has emerged as the hub of our community. In the worst days of lockdown, The Fox took the initiative to open a community shop and has continued to offer online pub-quizzes, takeaways and, more lately, the ability to get out in a safe and regulated environment. In short - somewhere for locals (just family bubbles at the moment) to feel some sense of normality. They are even the initiative behind the socially distanced `pumpkin trail' planned for Halloween this year. 

I am sure that there are pubs, coffee shops and restaurants all over the country (and the world) that have become as important to their communities in ways that we didn't really appreciate before now. I know that right now, here in the UK, the hospitality industry is rising to the challenge of providing low income children with meals over the holidays. I take my hat off to every single establishment which, like the Fox, has held their community together over the last months.

Am I still a solo player? Well, I hope I am on my way to becoming more useful. I attended my local council meeting this month and hope to do so again. Not only could I air my own concerns, but it was good to see what is happening in my community over all. I appreciate that I live in a small rural environment, but I really think that everyone should do the same (at least every now and again). We all want a better world. I think we might need to participate more in the moulding of our communities if this better world is to be achieved.

So how's that for a cold and wet morning? Birds, veg and a soap box too!

And pumpkins!

( As an aside: we got our pumpkins from Hatter's Farm in Takely. They have a pumpkin cannon - fabulous fun!)

Stay safe, everyone!

Green tomatoes and red leaves

 A few days ago, I sent my daughter out to pick all the remaining green tomatoes. The season has ended quite abruptly and it was clear that no more would ripen. I watched her for a while. She stood carefully in the muddy veggie patch and tentatively picked a couple in full view. Irked, I joined her and picked all the ones that drooped on dropped stems and hid behind leaves.

`If we lived 200 hundred years ago, we'd be reliant on every tomato we could pick!' I preached.

My daughter picked another tomato. `We would definitely survive,' she said, in a blatant attempt to make me feel proud of my efforts.

Well, no. If my veggie patch was the difference between surviving and starvation, I don't think the odds would be particularly good. There is, however, something enormously satisfying about growing and eating your own produce. At this time of the year, this satisfaction is augmented by preserving.

A bumper crop of tomatoes have meant that I have been able to bottle several efforts of jam, pickle and chutney, the last of which was made from the afore-mentioned green tomatoes. The green tomatoes are a particular triumph as, without the effort of making them into chutney, they would have gone to waste. And wasting all that summer work in getting them to grow in the first place would have been really irritating!

Recipes for green tomato chutney are easy enough to find and equally easy to adapt. This particular batch is extra hot, because I couldn't find my frozen chopped chilli (don't ask) and so added ground chilli and black pepper. Then I found where I had put the frozen chilli...

Never mind, I am sure it will add some (considerable) warmth to many a winter meal. When it has matured for a bit.... and maybe mellowed.

In the last week, I have also had my usual October skirmish with crab apple jelly. As mentioned before, crab apples are absolutely delicious as jelly, jam and gin, but they are a bit of a faff* to sort out. The making of jelly requires patience, which I am notoriously low on. Which explains why I will shortly be re-boiling my `jelly' in order to have it set. And this is ok - because it has become a sort-of tradition in my Autumn calendar.

Despite the colder days, I love Autumn. I have a soft spot for trees and the change of seasons allows such a gorgeous display. My absolute favourite is when the sun breaks through and the red and gold of Autumn leaves shimmer against a dark cloud background. Beautiful.

My own garden has an Autumn wonder of its own. The previous owners (or maybe the ones previous to them) planted two Virginia Creepers - one that creeps over the workshop and back hedge, and one on a trellis near the conservatory. My gardening-guru friend tut-tutted knowingly when she first saw them, advising me that it might be best to pull them out. And, in many ways, she had a point. The Virginia Creeper must have been the inspiration for the triffid. It grows at an astonishing speed from Spring to late Summer, colonising anything it can get its tendrils on. I spend hours every year pulling off errant tendrils that have invaded the veg patch, crept between boards and tiles and thrown themselves into the water butts.

But in the summer, it creates a dense roof to the trellis - so dense that we have eaten dinner in the rain beneath it - while providing a cool spot and a place for birds to nest. In the Autumn, it is simply stunning.

Come Autumn
And the Virginia Creeper
Turns to flame –
Fire catching and falling
In a sun gone sparse.
Glorious,
It bleeds across trellis
And roof-edges,
Until the gusts
Send leaves sparking, falling.

(From: Virginia Creeper; Fieldsong; Mandy Whyman; 2020)

I don't know why, but I find Autumn extremely optimistic. Its when the preparations are made for the next year of sowing and growing. Its a time when we assess the year that is almost done (thank goodness, in the case of 2020!) and dream of all that we will do when the Spring comes again.

Happy October, everyone!

* faff - a great deal of ineffective activity

Autumn is in the air

 I woke this morning to find a mist hanging low over the world - the first real morning mist of the Autumn. I love misty mornings - there is something fantastical and mysterious about them - how the world is changed into something unfamiliar and muted. But at the same time, I have to admit it made me feel a little sad, because it signifies the ending of the Summer. The end of this summer seems particularly poignant: a year when we have needed the optimism of the sun and long, balmy days.

And so Autumn comes. 

My garden has been particularly pleasing in the last couple of weeks - payoff for the many months of slog and little to show. The tomatoes have reddened up and the crop has been good - although I suspect they have now contracted a case of late blight, so I might well be collecting green tomatoes for green tomato chutney. (Every year is a new lesson learned...)

The sweetcorn have now finished and been pulled up. As years go, its been okay, if not bumper. Each corn plant has yielded an ear, which isn't exactly staggering, but enough for our barbecue needs. 

The cucumbers have had a late flourish and I have suddenly got several fruits off one plant - which is great, since my cucumber-growing record is a bit dismal. And the late-fruiting raspberries that I put in at the end of last year have cropped really well - a good handful for breakfast every morning. My `miracle' butternut plants, grown from the seed of a supermarket butternut are running riot and there are one or two fruit - not sure what will actually be harvestable, but they have been fun.

There have been failures too. The courgette have been dismal and frankly, I am wondering why I bother. I'm the only person in the house who eats courgette (although I grate it up and sneak it into bolognaise sauces) and a large courgette-come-marrow can take quite a lot of eating! I also read an article that some rogue seed had got out this year and some home-grown courgette have actually turned out to be toxic (cheers from my family who are delighted to have a reason not to eat the stuff!) Apparently, if your raw courgette tastes bitter, it is possibly poisonous. I can't remember the particulars, but I don't think it will kill you - just make you quite ill. If you want more details, I have pasted a link from the Metro below. Its all a bit tabloid, but you'll get the general gist. (I must add that it is a genuine article, not one that I made up to create general hilarity - and erm, Wetwang is a real place)

https://metro.co.uk/2020/08/21/man-poisoned-eating-homegrown-courgettes-13157936/#:~:text=An%20amateur%20gardener%20has%20reported%20having%20%E2%80%98the%20worst,cultivated%20in%20his%20garden%20in%20Wetwang%2C%20East%20Yorkshire.

The highlight of my Autumn garden is my wonderful crab apple tree. Seriously, if you don't have one, consider getting one. The wildlife love it, the blossom is beautiful and the fruits are absolutely gorgeous to look at (and to eat, given a bit of effort). My little tree produces wonderful clusters of cherry-red miniature apples.

Processing the fruit is a bit of a mission, because they are small, but I make crab apple jelly (delicious) and last year experimented with crab apple gin - an experiment I will repeat this year. In the past, I have also frozen the jelly and used a teaspoon of it in the bottom of a tot of gin as a home-made exotic liqueur. Really good! The jelly sinks, so its not perfect, but that's what experimenting is all about. The crab apples are really tart, so processed crab apples added to normal stewed apples in a pie or a crumble give an extra layer of flavour. 

But be warned, processing crab apples is a whole day affair with much cooking and straining. My husband bought me a contraption to strain the jelly, but I found it was a lot easier to peg a muslin cloth over the top of a large bowl. You aren't supposed to force the liquid through, but I don't have the patience not to. There are lots of recipes out there on the internet which take various amounts of time. I tend to ignore the bits that sound too laborious - I add the sugar first time round and never add lemon, mostly because I hardly ever have a lemon in the house. So I would say this is really a `make it up as you go along' sort of exercise (which are always the best ones!)

Talking of making it up as you go along: my long-suffering husband has had to make stuff up for me as the summer has progressed (`I need a climbing arch for the cucumbers', `can we have a pergola for the grapes to grow on?' and so on...) He has, however had a reward of sorts in that I have given him my old washing machine drum as a fire-pit. The drum itself was salvaged by a friend of mine (she gave me two at one point) to be used as a large outdoors container. I used it for a while for a large chilli plant and it has also housed tomato plants, but as it turns out, it makes a fantastic fire-pit! So, as the nights draw in and we burn the garden refuse (and left-overs from projects), we have an excuse to sit around a warm fire with a marshmallow or two (and something alcoholic). Its made for a happy, if rather smoky husband who has forgotten that all my demands (I think...).

Wishing you all warm Autumn evenings, wherever you are.

Time, time, time...

 And again, the months seemed to have rolled by in a blink. I can't believe that it is June since I last updated this blog. (Note to self: must do better!)

Now the end of August and the cold and blustery bank holiday weekend smells of Autumn. `Not yet!' I want to call out as I pin my hopes on a September Indian Summer. 

It's been a weird ole' year. Not only because of the global pandemic (although that tops the list), but also because the weather has been so topsy-turvy. An early, warm April Spring has thrown out the natural growing seasons and I found myself harvesting sloes for sloe gin last weekend - an activity usually reserved for October and November. As an aside, for those of you who fancy having a go at making sloe gin, it is the easiest thing in the world. All you need is a large kilner jar, a litre of gin (Aldi gin is good and cheap), roughly three cups of sloes and a cup of brown sugar. Wash the sloes (some people prick them, I like to roll them a bit to soften them), pop them in the jar. Add sugar and gin. Gently shake the jar every week or so until the sugar is dissolved and just leave to infuse for the next six months or so. I am sure there are more refined recipes out there, but this recipe works well for me and has provided many a  comforting tipple on a cold winter night (or spring night, or summer evening....). Last year, I had a go at making crab apple gin too. I have a wonderful little crab apple tree that is a joy for its blossom and cherry sized deep red fruit. Following the same recipe as the sloe gin, the crab apple gin, enjoyed during the early days of lockdown, proved delicious, although maybe not as appley as hoped. Which means that I am forced to experiment a little more... ah well, someone's got to do it.

But I digress. The strange roll of seasons has had serious agricultural implications. Wheat farmers report the worst crop in many years and the cost of flour is set to climb. Crops which have formed the mainstay of our food supply will have to be re-thought as climate change continues and we are going to have to find alternatives to products we have long thought of as staples. Either our crops are going to have to be adapted to shorter, hotter summers, capable of withstanding the odd deluge or our diets in 50 years time might look very different to what they are today.

Wheat aside, this year has seen my veggie patch flourish. After an initial battle with a strange pestilence which ate anything leafy and tender, I have managed to grow cucumbers quite successfully - my first ever! The tomatoes, after an initial struggle, are doing well and I have corn on the cob for the first time in three years. My little apple tree has, as always, been nothing short of miraculous in its production of apples and, because the wasps were out late, I was actually able to keep the fruit on the tree this year. My freezer is now full of stewed apple and I still have a healthy stock in the fridge. The butternut plants, grown randomly from a supermarket butternut, are triffiding away with great gusto. They have lots of flowers, but it remains to be seen whether they will manage any fruit. So the strange summer of 2020 has yielded, after all.

I have to say that this summer, maybe more than any summer before, I have loved living where I do. The footpaths and the fields, my garden, the growing that I have been so lucky to witness - these things have grounded me in a world gone mad. We are surrounded by small miracles all the time - the sprouting of seeds, the bumblebees that gather like beads on the lavender, the sparrows that squabble on the fence - small things that we don't always stop to notice. It is indeed a wonderful world.

Keep safe, all. 

PS: I have written poetry since I was about 7 (much to the hilarity of my family, as I recall). My love of the Essex countryside has now spilled over into a collection of poetry:

www.amazon.co.uk/Fieldsong-Love-Poems-rural-Essex/

Emerging....we think.

April became May, became June and little feels changed. Our absurdly good weather continues as Mother Nature thumbs her nose at us mere mortals and the less clever out there flock to crowded beaches and share sweat, amongst other things.

Lockdown has been a test for us all.

At first, I viewed the uninterrupted timespan as an opportunity to do, well, EVERYTHING! But there is an absurdity in having loads of time. Tomorrow is free - and the day after, so it is hard to find direction. Suffice to say that I have done very little on the EVERYTHING list.

One of the things I have done is to slave away at the veggie garden. Early results were positive as my greenhouse filled up with sprouting kale, tomatoes, cucumber, spinach, courgette, beans and even butternut. It was all looking bumper-crop out there for a minute. 

Then I planted my seedlings out.

When I first attempted spinach in my new garden, my neighbour told me, with great confidence, that `nothing eats spinach.' And that was true - that year and the two years that followed. This year however, something definitely eats spinach! Eight spinach plants were reduced to nothing in the space of a single night.

Something also definitely eats courgette and cucumber plants. Bizarrely, `something' has left the beans, corn and the mangetout (a usual delicacy)alone, but has chomped its way through every cucumber plant with great gusto - and a little bit of cruelty. Typically, the leaves disappear on the first night, then the stalk is despatched on night two.

In a fit of eco-gardening pique, I rushed out to the local garden centre as soon as it opened and purchased a dozen marigolds. Somewhere, in the back of my mind, I remembered that marigolds, planted as companion plants, can dissuade pests. I planted marigolds strategically between my crops and, fairly confident, shut the gate on the veggie patch.

You've probably guessed it: in the morning every single marigold was well and truly chomped - except for the flowers. They stood like forlorn little twigs, marking the spaces where the courgette and cucumber should have been. I imagined the `something' watching my astonishment and and grinning broadly.  So I gave up. Sort of.

I'm pleased to say that I devised a sneak attack and now have TWO (yes, two!) cucumber plants and Two (yes! TWO!) courgettes that are big enough to dissuade the `something'. The cucumber plants are the result of trial and error and sacrifice. I cultivated them in the greenhouse and then cautiously planted them out - one at a time. They were like the sacrificial goat. I kept trying different barriers, but nothing stopped their demise. I was left with two plants that grew big and strong. The one was planted in a secret location, far from where the `something' is known to roam. And its doing just fine. The second almost became a permanent greenhouse fixture, but I often forget to water greenhouse plants, so the decision was made to plant it out. I constructed a very elaborate cage with enviro-mesh and the cucumber plant was transferred to the veggie patch. Success!

The courgette story is a lot less involved: a friend has managed, without greenhouse or veggie patch, to grow an astonishing number of vegetables in pots. She gave me two courgette plants which are big enough to stave off the attentions of the `something'. Taa-daa! I think the `something' and I are just about even.

On another note (pun intended), the garden is fit to bursting with birds. Lockdown has obviously benefitted our feathered friends and my garden is far more fluttery and noisy than I ever remember it being. This year, for the first time, I have encountered a chaffinch close up. I have seen them before when out walking, but don't have much knowledge about this fiesty little bird.

 http://www.publicdomainfiles.com/

The introduction was a bit brutal. Following the sounds of repetitive `thunks', I found a little bird fiercely attacking his reflection in my car wing-mirror. I chased him off and covered the mirror, whereupon he switched sides. So I had to cover up both mirrors. Undaunted, this territorially charged little bird then took on the lounge windows, the sliding doors and had a go at the conservatory. I spent a lot of time over two days shoo-ing off a crazed chaffinch and eventually thought I had won. Only to wake up on day three to a battering of the upstairs windows! I confess that I snuck up on him then and yelled `boo!'. He paused and observed me closely before flying off - perhaps checking that I wasn't that pesky chaffinch he'd been after for three days! I haven't seen him since, so can only assume that he has moved his territory to somewhere with fewer reflective surfaces.

My sister sent me a helpful article about how to discourage birds from pecking at windows. Apparently the proper way of deterring them is to stick bits of flapping plastic to reflective surfaces - thereby scaring them off.  Interestingly, the same article mentioned that wild turkeys in the United States attack their reflections in car bodywork.(If this is a problem where you are, the advice is to not wash your car.) All I can say is that I'm really pleased to be dealing with a chaffinch - I'm not so sure if a wild turkey would respond to `boo!'

And just because I have this lovely photo: did you know that leeks, if allowed to go to seed, produce the most beautiful flowers? Leeks take forever to grow and my efforts were gritty and unpleasant - so I left them alone. Leek flowers make the most gorgeous long-lasting cut flowers - even if they smell a little oniony. Happy sunshine, everyone!

Flowers, foraging and other fumbles

As we enter week 5 of lockdown (or is it 4? Or maybe 3...who knows!) all sense of modern society seems to be slipping quietly into the background. Nature, however, doesn't pay even the vaguest attention to the ways of Man and the lack of cars, noise and pollution seem to have given Spring an extra boost as it bursts out in every garden and every side-walk.

Here, in our rural-ish corner of Essex, everything is in blossom and my garden is an unmitigated delight. In the last week, the apple tree, the crab apple tree (more about this wonderful tree another time) and the flowering cherry have put on the most glorious show. A visual re-affirmation that this too will pass and the seasons will continue to turn.

The birds are equally delighted by the coming of the warmer weather and a pair of blue tits are settling into the nesting box outside the kitchen window. It remains to be seen whether they manage to raise a family. In past years, the sparrows (those very cute thugs of the bird world) have harassed them mercilessly and forced them out, so fingers crossed..

But its not all blossom and birds. I continue the relentless task of digging the garden that is getting drier and harder with each day. The weather has been beautiful - but lack of rain also means lots of water carrying (our house has a single outdoor tap situated just outside the kitchen. Needless to say, most of the stuff that needs watering is quite far away...)

The lockdown, which has transformed visits to the supermarket into SAS-type operations of swoop and gather, has meant that not everything is as readily available as before.  During the last week or so, this has meant some experimenting in the search for alternatives. The first was an attempt to make yoghurt. As an individual, I consume quite a lot of natural yoghurt (which could explain why the jeans don't get any looser - but that's another story), but as a family, it wasn't a priority on the supermarket swoop, so was forgotten. Some days into the yoghurt dilemma, I remembered my grandfather used to make emergency yoghurt by adding lemon juice to whole milk. It works - in a manner. The lemon juice curdles and thickens the milk. It doesn't look much like yoghurt, but it tastes quite yoghurty , with a lemon aftertaste which is fairly pleasant. However, this method needs lemons, which can be difficult to source because of reasons above, so I attempted to stretch the yoghurt I did have - with some success Essentially, this method requires some live yoghurt (natural yoghurt, full-fat is best) and a couple of pints of milk. The milk is heated and added to the yoghurt starter. The resulting mixture then needs to be left in a warm spot for about 8 hours. I used these instructions from farmdrop, which were the most straight-forward: 

https://www.farmdrop.com/blog/make-yoghurt-scratch-5-easy-steps/

I was a little impatient, so my yoghurt wasn't as thick as it might have been, but it certainly tasted right and did the job!

A less successful experiment was the making of nettle pesto. I have been reliably informed by all sorts of blogs and a knowledgeable teacher friend, that nettle pesto is easy to make and good to eat. So, pesto being yet another luxury to fall off the shopping list, the Child and I spent our daily walk collecting nettles ( I can see your faces from here - we went out into the fields to try to avoid the dog-pee'd versions!)

With a sizeable haul in hand, we returned home to separate leaves from stems and then blanched the nettles. So far, so good. The issue was, I think, in the execution. I didn't have pine-nuts and I didn't have a specific recipe. I was also advised to clobber the mixture with a pestle and mortar, but I don't have one of those.....So I threw in a clove of garlic, some cheese, some salt and sunflower seeds and blitzed it all with my stick blender.

The result was pesto-ish, mostly in the fact that it was green. Not unpleasant, but not good enough to try again. However, nettles are very good for you...so maybe next year. With pine-nuts and a pestle and mortar.

More successful was the fridge substitute for Skipper's dentistix - a carrot. My sister has used this root vegetable as a tooth cleaner for her dogs in the past and, although initially a little bemused at the changed face of his morning treat, Skipper tucked into the carrots quite happily.

So there you go... As the South Africans say: n boer maak n plan (a farmer makes a plan). There are always options out there - although maybe not nettle pesto!

Stay safe!

Growing!

There is a certain cruelty to the UK weather turning wonderful as we slip from our third week of Covid-19 lockdown into a period of indefinite confinement. I am among the fortunate who have outdoor space and I am counting my blessing as the weeks blur into each other. Not least because I have my garden and the unexpected lack of formal work has meant that I am able to devote more time to it than in previous years. So I have been growing!

I was partly prepared in that I bought seeds and compost before lockdown - which was fortunate for me as, if you've looked, you'll know that you currently can't find a growbag for love or money! But if you haven't bought seeds, all is not lost. One of the most exciting successes I have had this month is that I threw some butternut seeds (from the butternut we ate) into a pot and just about all of them have germinated! As a seasoned optimist, it wasn't the result I was expecting at all and my bemused family have been dragged, one by one, into the greenhouse, to observe these miraculous sproutings.

Before the miracle of the butternut, I have to admit to playing it safe. Leafy greens are easy (I can grow them - so I know). I have successfully grown some kale and rocket and have planted them out into my veggie patch. Kale, I believe, likes it best cool, so the success of this crop remains to be seen.

Spinach (another fool-proof crop) and beans are currently growing in what remains of my single growbag. Having proved a failure at staking anything successfully, I have gone for dwarf beans. These should be easy to manage and the ones I have grown before have yielded really well.

Otherwise, I have courgette growing (they are pretty hardy - so another one to go for if you are not very good at this cultivating lark) and cucumber too. I actually have managed to sprout some tomatoes, a crop I have found really difficult to seed in the UK. This was a bit of a shock as I always thought tomatoes were easy. When we lived in Messina, in the far North of South Africa, I would sow tomatoes straight into beds and they were great! But no such luck here where temperatures fluctuate and tomatoes are tetchy. Top advice for tomatoes: cheat! Buy well-established seedlings or get someone more green-fingered to get them going for you. My friend, Margaret supplied me with tomato seedlings last year and I had a bumper crop. More credit to Margaret than me - but the tomatoes were worth the lack of growing pride! Actually, another good tip from Margaret  is to sow seeds in toilet roll inners. This means that there is minimal disturbance to the roots as you plant them out - a time where I frequently maul my seedlings to the point of no return. A couple of toilet rolls can be put in one pot. They are also quite easy to monitor, because you can see how wet the cardboard is.

Project wise, I am also attempting to grow a sweet potato. Having previously been told that Sweet potatoes won't grow in the UK, I stumbled across a you tube video that informed me that I could. So the sweet potato project is in progress. This video is below:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yDc6R-nfwcM

The good news for those with small gardens is that, apparently, sweet potatoes will happily grow in a large tub ( a rubble tub will do) and that apparently they produce copious vines with very pretty flowers. All of this remains to be seen - as my potato is still sitting in water waiting to do - well - anything...

Although I have a garden, my space is limited and so I have tried to be creative with creating growing opportunities. One idea I have come up with is to convert 5-litre containers into hanging pots. This is an ecover washing liquid bottle, well-washed out and with the middle section cut out, leaving the handle as a hanging opportunity. I have two of these, sewn with rocket, and will give one to my flat-inhabiting daughter just as soon as lockdown is over.

           

I know that I am unbelievably fortunate to have a garden at this unusual time, but having something grow and flourish reaffirms the stubbornness of nature and life. However small your home, I hope that you also have the chance to watch something grow as the weather warms and we learn to deal with our new reality.

Stay safe, everyone!