Our garden allotment
I just had the sudden urge to talk to you again. The sun is shining brilliantly, through in the small room where I write, overlooking our allotment. I have just come in from digging and planting and stood looking out at the hard work my kind and unassuming husband has done to allow me to grow enough vegetables to last all year.
Even in the smallest of gardens, you can grow something edible. Outside my kitchen door, I have pots galore, filled with mint, parsley, sage, thyme, oregano, tarragon, lemon balm, coriander, lavender and heaps more. All they need is watering. I grow lettuce in tins of my kitchen window sill and dry herbs and fruit rings from the ceiling. Ok, it is not to everyone’s taste, having a living kitchen...but you can if you want! It is so rewarding. All this said, I would like to add, that by keeping it simple (at least to start) is probably the best way forward. You don't want to overwhelm yourself with too many plants. Start slow! Enjoy playing and experimenting in your own space.
As many of you already know, we also rescue battery hens. Well, we try to help all animals that somehow find their way to our home for waifs and strays. Just like Lolo, an old homeless dog that came to us on Christmas day some time ago. We didn’t want a dog, mainly because of our rescued cats and hens but she won us over and is now a valued member of our quirky family.
Well back to gardening. I am no gardener, other than in my dreams. However, I love to watch Monty Don and Alys Fowler and always try to follow their advice. My father was a gardener but mainly flowers, and he could thrive almost entirely on food from the hedgerows and the beach where we lived. In our garden for waifs and strays, we tend to let the flowers grow wild around the pond, however, they seem to have got out of hand this year and now we’re concentrating on a disciplined edible garden. This means plenty of hard work, weeding and watering. I will keep you up to date with our progress.