Herb garden

Herb garden

Continuing with what seems to be a piece by piece reveal of my new garden (still waiting on some workmen), I finished planting up my herb garden today. I had and still do have, herbs down at the allotment, I’ve been pretty successful with growing the perennials but I should have guessed what would happen, I’m cooking a dish, I fancy adding a bit of rosemary, am I going to pop down the allotment (10 minute walk) to get some? Of course not. I need to investigate herb drying for the allotment herbs, it’s the only way I’m going to use them, harvest them in bulk, either that or transplant them back in my garden, but most of them are quite big now and I don’t really have the space, so cue my mini herb garden.

Herb garden

When the builders were working on my back garden they had planned just to raise the manhole cover a little and put a stone (instead of the original metal) lid on it, however as they worked the idea began to offend their artistic sensibilities a bit, so they set a rectangle of red brick around the manhole cover, laid down a membrane, filled it with gravel and went “there you go, you can put a plant pot on it”. Actually I had been planning on putting a ‘plant pot’ there anyway, I had been thinking of finding one of those old vintage sinks (which would have been around the right size), putting that on the manhole cover and hey presto, one hidden manhole cover. I’d always planned on having a herb garden there, as it’s so close to the back door. But I got my red gravelled ring instead and I had to rethink the vintage sink idea. Now I think that some people may have the idea that London is some vintage salvage yard paradise (it seems like it if you read all the magazines / watch the TV programmes), well my bit of London isn’t, however there is one place, full of beautiful furniture that looks like they need stories written about them and which I would need a house at least six times as large to even think about fitting just one piece in (those French cabinets are big) which luckily also had some garden stuff and I scored a couple of vintage French urns (one of which still literally smelled of a French farmyard, as I struggled to carry it back home). The herb garden is in one of the urns.

Herb garden

I started planting it up at the beginning of March; the supermarket survivor mint (which I had bought at the beginning of January and had already reached a survival record for a supermarket herb plant), oregano, thyme and I thought (trying to replicate the success of the supermarket survivor mint) I’d risk it by also planting a supermarket rosemary plant to. The supermarket rosemary didn’t make it and has since been replaced with a plant from a nearby florists which is so far doing well (my dad (a proper gardener) frowns on me buying plants from florists and supermarkets and heaven, DIY stores, but as well as a lack of salvage yard wonderlands, there is also a lack of decent garden centres round here, there is one but it’s a bit out of the way and so posh you literally feel like you can’t buy anything unless you’re titled, so I buy my plants where I can, or online, although online has it’s hazards to, as the plants always arrive exactly when you can’t get into the garden / allotment to plant them). The supermarket survivor mint is amazing, still going, it seems to have this cycle of looking like it’s died and is just a collection of thin sticks and then a week later it’s flourished back to life. I saw it do that again and again whilst it was a window sill plant indoors and again whilst outside in the herb garden, I’ve found it really appreciates being harvested pretty heavily, then it doesn’t go through the dying phase for a while. The oregano is a bloody menace, I should have remembered that from the allotment, it’s about four times the size from when I planted it, I need to expand my repertoire of dishes using oregano rapidly. The thyme is also doing well.

The new additions were bought at a local plant sale this weekend; ginger and Moroccan mints, purple basil, coriander and parsley. I have been attempting to grow basil, coriander and parsley from seed but I’m proving pretty rubbish at it, I can get it to germinate but it doesn’t get much bigger. I’m doing ok with big seed plants, I’ve grown from seed this year my courgettes, butternut squash, pumpkins and sunflowers but anything with little seeds …., I will persevere.

Green light

I will confess I am not so attracted to my allotment for conventional reasons (are there ‘conventional’ reasons for an allotmenteer? there’s probably a million reasons why someone has an allotment), although I started because I wanted to grow stuff, and I still do, (although I’m appallingly bad at it), the reason why I really love my allotment is for the light, the light up there is special. Obviously the light’s not constant, a grey cloudy day and you’re not going to see it, equally you’re actually not going to see it on a hot baking day either, well not the right sort of light anyway. No, the sort of light I like, is the light you get when the sun’s low and it’s casting patterns through the weeds *ahem* plants, that’s the magic time. I could just sit up there and watch it but someone’s got to go and plant some more plants for the snails to eat.

* L to R, top to bottom -

1. Eeek look, I actually grew tomatoes this year, they didn’t get blight or anything! Shame they’re tiny and never going to go red.

2. I am quite good at growing spinach, shame I can never be arsed to go and harvest it so I can make yet more spinach soup.

3. I am also pretty good at growing rainbow chard, the snails obviously don’t like it much, which is a shame as neither do I.

4. More rainbow chard, bleurgh.

Allotment at sunset

Allotment at sunset

I always like the allotment at sunset (yes I do still go, although this year has been a bad year for crops), it always feels a little naughty being there, like walking into a shop five minutes before they shut the shutters. I like having the place to myself, I’m not one of those social allotment gardeners it seems. I also like the feeling of snatched time, as so often at sunset I’m normally / should be doing something else; working or putting the kids to bed.

It was my turn to put the kids to bed tonight but I needed to go up to the allotment to fetch a bucket I had left up there (I am in the middle of planting my winter crop and use the buckets for transport, they beat soggy cardboard boxes). I had planned to spend a little more than 5 minutes up there today but you know how it goes, a meeting I had first thing today was late, then I took longer than planned shopping and then by the time I was home again and had lunch it was only an hour to pick up and I was quite frankly knackered. But I still needed that bucket, hence the sunset trip, it was worth it.

Puddle

Different view

Allotment: July 2012 (after the July instalment of my constant garden)

My wrist seriously hampered my allotmentering for all of June and a good chunk of July but I’m back up to almost near normality with my wrist now (the amount I can bend my wrist back is still increasing, although yoga still wouldn’t be a good idea and the most inconvenient thing about it now is that often when my wrist brushes against something it feels like sharp flakes of something are sticking in, they’re not but it’s a bizarre, uncomfortable sensation). So anyway, that all means that I’m in far better shape to go and fight back with the weeds.

The photo above was taken from by apple tree senior, I can’t normally stand there (the rampant Jerusalem artichokes that grow there on that side fight back, literally, if I try) but I cleared that area today, well started anyway, there’s still a lot of yellowing grass to remove, but after a few months of trying to squeeze my gardening into only a portion of the plot it was nice to stand there today and suddenly feel my plot get bigger.

Allotment update

Shock horror, I went up the allotment this morning and actually came back with something.

365:177 Soft fruit

Ok the blackberries were from the supermarket but the raspberries and golden raspberries were from the allotment, so used to putting in all effort and no reward from that plot (although I think the snails appreciate me).

Anyway, as you may imagine, being right handed and having surgery on your right wrist, puts a serious dent into your ability to garden, so I’ve been struggling a bit with the plot, I was already fighting a loosing battle as it was what with weather / life getting in the way anyway. So, I am with great embarrassment going to post a picture of the plot showing how it is at the moment and that’s after a week of slow and careful planting (the next instalment of my constant Rocket Garden arrived last week, when I was unfortunately not really in the position to get in the ground all at once, as my hand/wrist wasn’t strong enough, so I’ve been going up there doing a little bit at a time, trying to keep the remaining unplanted plants alive at home. Anyway, here goes, *gulp*.

(Excuse the bad handwriting, I was writing using a tablet pen on my iPad, which is never the neatest thing anyway but since the op I’ve had to teach myself how to hold a pen differently, so my handwriting has gone pretty bad anyway).

So anyway, as it stands, snails keep eating my peas (and some of my salad) and with the bad weather in general, everything is growing pretty slowly (except for weeds). I have another instalment of my Rocket Garden coming next month and I have to clear some serious ground for it. I also need to clear my shamefully overgrown soft fruit bed. I’ll make a start on the soft fruit bed first and hopefully in a week or two I’ll be able to dig again because right now I can’t and I really can’t clear the rest of the ground without digging over again.