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!
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