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!”
A recent conversation, me reading Mr. WB’s ‘Gardener’s World’ (having given him a subscription for his birthday). Continue reading “Sofa Sundays”
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”
Apart from a leisurely lie-in on Tuesday (it must have been 7.50 before I was in the kitchen), the rest of this week started at 7.30am. No, not getting out of bed at 7.30; being in school at 7.30. Continue reading “Week 7:30”
If you are only going to go to one cookery school, make it Ballymaloe. It’s not so much a cookery school as a philosophy and way of life. Before being introduced to the kitchen, you’re introduced to the garden. Knowing where your food is coming from is key, all the way back to a wheelbarrow full of soil.
Continue reading “Week 1: Overload, overwhelmed, overjoyed”
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!”