A morning trip to the allotment in order to dispose of a week’s worth of discarded veg and tea bags. To be fair it was more discarded tea bags than veg. My current mug count is approaching twenty a day.
Whoops.
It’s all looking a little threadbare up at the allotment, to be honest. We’ve done well to survive into mid-October and still be producing a harvest.
A rucksack full of tomatoes was harvested at the weekend. If we left them in the ground any longer, then the dreaded autumn blight would get them.
Chutney and tomato soup, here we come.
It’s good to see that a lot of the green has now returned to the allotment after the endless heat waves of the summer months. I might just need to mow the pathways in a couple of weeks in order to keep the Town Council from sending out nagging emails.
The major development in recent weeks has been placing some stinking sheep’s wool around the various beds. It absolutely bloody reeks. The local monk jack deer seems to like it and have already rearranged it for me, which is nice.
Sadly their particular style when it comes to product placement doesn’t tally up with where I have lovingly arranged the sheep’s wool. It’s all over the bloody place.
Looking around the plot, the only disappointment this year has been the raspberries. They failed to produce any produce but then they did go in rather late.
The canes are still growing so they might deliver next year. We should have left them in the garden.
Plenty of work is still needed on the allotment over the winter months. It’s become something of a dumping ground during a home garden renovation, but once again please don’t tell the Town Council.
What has worked out really well is that the wisteria we chopped down has found a new home. The stump has been positioned on the allotment as a possible bug hotel.
Not a bad first season. There’s still plenty of tasks to be getting on with over the winter months. Disclaimer: I won’t be getting on with plenty of tasks over the winter months.
