There has been an awful lot of sun and rain at the allotment since my last visit, and it's really showing. The potatoes are up to say hello and needed covering up rather urgently with what little soil was available from in between the rows. Must remember to leave more of a gap next year... Sammy's little apple tree is sending us a nice message that it is happy and still alive with some lovely blossom, which is a relief. Since we popped it in the ground in Autumn last year I have been slightly concerned that it might not be that happy, but I'm glad to see some signs of life. The garlic and the onions are competing for who looks the strongest and at this rate the garlic is a clear favourite for the title. Luckily the onions will be nice enough even if they remain a little on the small side, in salads and things. The broad beans look very happy and Jo swears it's down to the relatively recent addition of load of alpaca poo that we had flown in from the Isle of Wight. It came billed as 'rocket fuel for your veg' so let's hope it works. Love a broad bean.
On the down side all this allotment-friendly weather has led to some serious encroachment. The weeds are attacking in waves - it's like their armies who had been previously happy to line the edges of the beds have taken a giant step forward. So we deployed some of our own troops to set them back a bit today, but it'll be a tough war to win. Also encroaching fairly aggressively are our raspberry canes. I swear five more canes popped up when I turned my back to take on the weeds. The have gone from being 5 meek canes in a line to 25 random canes who are considering moving into the onion bed. Don't get me wrong, I love a raspberry, but steady on chaps. Wait to be invited please.
Throw in an energetic session with the-push mower, a sausage sizzle and some abstract photography and it all made for a pleasing mornings work.
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