Today at the plot

The aftermath of taking the vacuum flask to the allotment was a phone and penknife soaked with sugary tea. The phone had a wash, a dry and is now working again. However, since I took the battery the clock was set several hours in the past. I didn’t, of course, notice this.

This morning I lie snoozing waiting for the alarm on my phone to go off. I was woken by B’s phone (which I thought was a fire alarm) which went off at 10:30. I had missed Meeting.

When I dragged myself out of bed I had backache (which didn’t surprise me) but it was not horrendously bad and we had work to do, so I got dressed for going to ‘the Plot’.

We went to plot 66 and moved two carloads of things to outr new plot, hung a curtain in the window of our new shed, put some hangers for the tools and stacked everything away. I am amazed that everything fits in the shed. The shed is tidy and now we can get down to the job of sorting out the compost heaps and manure tips. Once we have done that we are ready to work on the plot itself.

We have mature fruit trees and bushes – not sure quite what but we think we have :- currants, gooseberries, apples and a pear tree, raspberries, strawberries and blackberries. We have a small uncultivated area which will be for salad crops. We also have a cold frame (which might be used for cucumbers.) We intend to keep the fruit trees tidy and see what comes up this year and then decide what we want to keep next year.

I am trying to calm my enthusiasm. I want to start planting immediately. Obviously without a greenhouse we cannot do much anyway but i want to start digging, tidying the plants up, basically I want to be doing stuff. B is so much more relaxed and methodical about it.


I have been very disappointed with the  parsnips I grew this year.  It took ages to germinate them, though I planted them at the right time according to the packet.  I put in two rows and got nothing at first. Now it is possible that I pulled the damn seedlings out thinking they were weeds, but somehow I doubt it.  I ended up, after about 5 weeks with four plants.

Later I planted another two rows and they fared worse, though to be honest since I hurt my back it it is difficult to see which are weeds and which are parsnips.  I may still have a parsnip hiding, you never know.

I spoke to them.  I loved them and I kept the weeds away from them but somehow, when they came to be harvested yesterday there were not four plants left.  Two came up full and beautiful, creamy thick and uniform.  One came up more like a ball with a string on the end.

My beloved, who is a brilliant cook, pointed out that there was not enough for a full serving, so he made a soup.

Friends, (if I may be so bold) there was never such a parsnippy tasting soup and it was worth every moment of the  care for that delicious soup.