In a quandary

   I could put it off no longer. The weather is dry and has been for most of the week. She who must be obeyed and daugter had gone shopping. I had no excuses left. I went to the lottie with one goal which was to dig up the potatoes. In preparing the soil for the spuds I cleaned it of weeds. Whilst the spuds were growing they created and effective cover that no weeds could grow save the creeping thistle. It grows from a rhizome under the soil rather than a seed so not much cab stop it except constant weeding in order to weaken the rhizome. The outcome was that now the haulms of the spuds have died back the bed is clean of weeds so I need only dig the spuds up and not combine it with a weeding exercise.

   I started at the end of a row and carefully put the fork under were I thought the spuds would be. I was not far off. The trouble was that the soil was so light [thanks to all the manure and work over the years] the fork tines just slipped through the soil hardly disturbing the soil. I change over to the spade. That made a better job. Soil and spuds moved. The spuds came up quite clean as the soil was dry. I left them in the sun for a while as I harvested the row. The sun dried the potato skins and soil alike. The soil just fell off the spuds when I shook them in the tray. At the end of a row I collected the spuds. They filled one of the two trays I had brought with me. The spuds were a good size. Most of them were larger than tennis balls. Some showed signs that they had bulked up a second time probably after a period of rain. I set off on a second row. That too yielded a full tray of spuds. I only had the two trays so that was the end to the harvesting for today.

  I worked along the row. The air was warm but there were no flies to bother me. There were lots of birds squabbling in the hedgerow and high overhead a Buzzard was calling. It was all very pleasant. Since it only took me an hour and half to harvest the two rows I set about weeding the paths by the area I harvested. I hindsight it might have been better to weed the paths before harvest to make access that bit easier. The paths gave up a fully wheelbarrow load of assorted weeds. I dumped these wees onto the new compost pile. The pile had dropped a good few inches since last week which mean s the compost process has begun. I tramped the new load of weeds in the bin. I checked the adjacent compost bin. No snakes to be seen but there were lots of sloughed off skins. I am in a quandary, empty the compost bin or leave it for the snakes.  

   I was encouraged by the potato harvest so next visit more spud digging. 

Volunteer Potatoes

   The weatherman was right about the weekend. Sunday was gorgeous. The trailer run was executed but with change to the usual routine by dropping the load of to my buddy, drinking tea and chatting on his new decking. The trailer was returned to the then I went to the lottie.

   Come what may I was determined to harvest the peas and onions. Considering the state of the plot that what quite a tall order. In fact the weds came away quite easily. The dense cover of peas had suppressed most of the weeds. I only had to spot weeds a few dock and a couple of bushy grasses that had seeded from the bird food thrown from the feeders. It was hot work. The sun was bright and hardly any breeze much less a wind to speak of. As I harvested the peas and rolled up the vines and weeds I came across a number of volunteer potatoes. They are potatoes that have grown from spud missed in the last harvest. I collected enough for two dinners. It will be a mixed plate of White Duke of York, Cara and Red Fir Apple.

   I filled one of my big compost bins with the harvested vines. Even climbing on top of the pile and trampling it several times only succeeded in bring the pile down to the top of the bin. The grape next to the pea patch was straggly so I gave it a good pruning and trained likely vines against the wires. More brash for the compo heap. Finally with my energy running low I tackled the onion bed. Three was not much to do except pull up the ripened onions and clear away what weeds were present.

   All the goodies were loaded into Degsy. In the short time after shutting the back door to Degsy and taking a walk round the plot to make sure nothing was left that should not be left, the cab had developed a rich oniony smell. When I got home I found she who must be obeyed in teh garden chatting to an old friend of ours from Manchester. the friend had been at Champany's for the weekend. I could have done with a massage but had to settle for a shower and a brew.

   Spud harvesting next weekend. If my back is better!
         

Righteous compost

   I dropped the trailer of muck off as part of the fortnightly ritual. The allotment, by allotment I mean weeds, have staged a miraculous recovery following the mega-strimming they got a few weeks ago. The cultivated plants (Onion and Potatoes) have died back which makes things look worse. The grapes vines have lovely little bunches of grapes but I doubt there is enough rain and sun to make them mature before the autumn kicks in. The Pea patch is a riot of plump pea pods and weeds. The good thing is that in harvesting the peas the bed will get cleaned up at the same time.

   As usual I had a sneak peek in the big compost big and was rewarded with seeing two grass snakes. One was almost adult in size but the other was a juvenile. So I feel quite righteous about leaving the compost bin alone for most of the summer.