The Big Blig
The title of today's entry was suggested by one of our many readers, Cauliflower, and we like it: we feel it calls to mind sore arms and muddy knees. So here goes, The Big Blig:
Spuds and I have been working hard today, as hard as...as... well, as hard as vegetables can. When we inherited our plot the west side contained a wonky row of 5 small raised beds.We've rationlaised (and straightened them) and managed to increase the number to 6, so far (there may be "developments" to come). The east side had 2 square frames, intended to be raised beds, but they were not only badly made, but did not use more than about half the space available. We have now extended these and this year they will be used for our potatoes (Spuds begged me not to use the S-word) and squash. We have also allocated the manure and compost we will be adding to each bed over the next few days, hence the sacks in the attached photos.
Spuds and I have been working hard today, as hard as...as... well, as hard as vegetables can. When we inherited our plot the west side contained a wonky row of 5 small raised beds.We've rationlaised (and straightened them) and managed to increase the number to 6, so far (there may be "developments" to come). The east side had 2 square frames, intended to be raised beds, but they were not only badly made, but did not use more than about half the space available. We have now extended these and this year they will be used for our potatoes (Spuds begged me not to use the S-word) and squash. We have also allocated the manure and compost we will be adding to each bed over the next few days, hence the sacks in the attached photos.
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