Regular readers are probably wondering what’s become of the allotment. There’s been a conspicuous silence since it was last mentioned in April.
There has not been a conspicuous absence of work though. Looking at the photo below, I think you’ll agree that Mr. WB has done an amazing job.
In the absence of a drone, I shimmied up a ladder to give you a good view: Continue reading “Allotment Update!”
Springtime is definitely apple blossom time. Of course, I’m so delayed writing this that’s it now summer (not that you’d know it from the rain outside today)!
One of Mr. WB’s favourite lines is ‘I know a guy’. Example: me talking about getting a marble slab to roll pastry, Mr. WB- ‘I know a guy’. (He does- guess what I got as a Christmas present!) Continue reading “An Apple A Day…”
Or, at least, a strawberry bed. I finally made some contribution to our allotment last Sunday by getting down on my knees and planting the strawberries- 66 plants to be precise. Eleven of my Ballymaloe plants survived, and were joined by 55 runners propagated from our own garden. Continue reading “Strawberry Fields”
Mr. WB tends to undertake a project during the winter when wet and windy weather means holiday time for gardeners. His projects tend to have a similar structure:
- Casually asking his wife ‘What would you think about X?’
- Long hours spent online researching X
- X appears
Continue reading “The New Arrival”
OK, technically it’s the Suburban Farm, but it just doesn’t have as nice a ring to it.
It’s about time I said something about my amazing garden. Firstly, it is due to an amazing landscape gardener, namely Mr. WB. Without him, there would just be a non-descript slope above the cream steps, full of rubbish (I should take a picture of next door as proof!) Continue reading “Welcome to the Urban Farm!”