You would think I had enough to deal with in the vegetable department. But this is my second vegetable garden. Tucked away up on the upper terraces, above the potting shed, right near the boundary of our farm.
A dubious inheritance.
The reason it is here is because there is an underground spring just above this large area of land. It was flowing well up until the 1970s when it seemed to have dried up.
Well not entirely; otherwise the willow tree right next to it wouldn’t be thriving. That’s a good easy tell tale sign of a good underground spring in these parts. We don’t usually do willow trees (thirsty beasts) around here.
I pollard it utterly every year to make decorations for the front door. I don’t fancy having its roots take all the valuable moisture from this ground.
Oh, and the attempt at keeping it clear of weeds.
In 2007 it was a blank canvas; the previous owners used this area for potatoes and salads. It’s nicely clear of weeds here. In fact you usually only see this vegetable garden make an appearance on the Garden Updates in early spring when I have cleared the weeds and look relieved.
It’s all downhill for the rest of the season.
I decided to keep it boringly linear and pretend I was back at my London allotment garden again. Hoe the weeds. Battle, mulch and generally leave it in its unloved state.
But after three years of waiting I finally have delicious asparagus. And I can tell you they make the best currency for neighbours. Everyone loves them. Especially as they are the purple and green ones, not the (to me) slimy blanched ones.
So I mustn’t grumble about the top potager. I have one brilliant guaranteed crop.
But the raspberries only lasted three years. Way too short a time for the investment. I just found that with some drought years, the plants couldn’t get the watering they required.
We did have some fantastic crops from them before that, mind you. My mouth drools at the sight of so many juicy berries. And we don’t have to net them against the birds.
There is just too much easy fruit around these mountains for our bird population. Wild cherries are everywhere. Not counting our 44 trees.
So we shared the crop with no feathered fiends.
But the weeds. I tried all sorts of methods over the years. Plastic, weedproof fabric, lawn mowing mulch. That was a great one in between the potato rows. And I used it to hide the fabric on the paths.
But the best one, of course, was a green manure. Clover. Red clover. What a gorgeous plant. I sowed it liberally wherever I finished growing my brassicas, potatoes and beans. And then in 2013 I decided to leave the whole potager fallow. It has been worked and worked, probably since the 17th century.
I left it to just the asparagus and the clover. Artur the cat loved it. It became his jungle.
Dare I admit I fell out of love with this vegetable garden after that?
Out came the useless fencing. Brambles which were invading were hacked back. Up went a little stone wall.
I want to double my asparagus bed; it’s a crop that works well after all. And keep on planting the potatoes and cabbage and try and turn this into a pleasing productive vegetable garden again.