We’re nearly half way through July.
How did we get half way through July?
I mean all I did was blink!
Despite probable neglect, things in the garden seem to be happening, whether I want it too or not.
(I mean HOW? Last I remember we were still in the aftermath of Christmas. We were all looking forward to the great coming of the snowdrops! And now we’re in MID-JULY! THE SHOPS’LL HAVE HALLOWEEN OUT SOON!!!)
Some of this happening, is good:
Said ‘neglect’, came in the form of a holiday. 11 Nights, All-Inclusive, Ice cream coming out of my eyes, Beer on Tap, 99% lying down, sun turned up high and lots of books. Heaven. HEAVEN.
And in a flash. Even quicker than the speed of 2017 so far, it was over.
And I was home and it was wet and it was cold,
But at least I didn’t moan about it.
It probably wasn’t even that cold, but after a bit of time spent in a hot country…
It’s bit like getting out of a hot bath in the middle of winter.
I was pleased when I was away, to see that the weather at home was brutal. None stop rain, for nearly a week. Over the moon. Sorry people, our gardens needed it. I’m not being selfish, honest I’m not.
The gardens needed it.
It’s refreshing anyway, after weeks of torturous high humidity.
And now, in the garden things certainly are happening:
The cut flower patch, as you can see on the Instagram post above is doing far better than I ever hoped it would. Far better than anything else on the plot is doing in fact.
They seemed to have thrived on the neglect.
The only thing they ask for is to be cut.
And you’ll be rewarded well into late summer.
Garlic and Onions drying in the log store.
The French beans last year, were the highest performers. What a bloody let down this year. They’re growing up wigwams alongside the sweet peas ( far right and far left of this image). In my head this looked great. It should look great. But them bloody French beans have let us all down.
The Carrots may also be destined for the naughty step.
The courgettes are doing grand. Pumpkins? Nothing so far.
When I was away, the Greenhouse, was looked after splendidly by two of my allotment neighbours, proving once again, that the allotment community cannot be beat (unless of course, you have a plot on this allotment site, which actually is just down the road from where I live. It’s full out war. How sad. How pathetic. How not what allotments are about.) I gifted my two neighbours with bottles of ale upon my return (once I had made sure everything was still alive, of course. )
I think that takes us up to now. I’ve got a few days off work this week, which actually means I don’t have any days off at all. Cos’ there’s a hell of a lot of weeding to be done.
But what else would I rather be doing?