Cabbage harvesting

Well that only took nine years. Eleven if you count the two seasons I had with a London allotment. I can now officially declare I know how to grow proper brassicas.

Or maybe this was just the perfect season for them.

But I think that the application of a few pelletted chicken manure in each planting hole has helped. And careful watering.

Or else is it the barrier against the bugs?

You may recall I did have a disaster a month back with the beasties getting in among the greens, but once I picked them all off and carefully inspected each leaf in minute and tedious detail, they haven’t come back.

And I love how the small flying red bugs cannot get in.  I can’t either without crouching and sometimes lying prone to get under the net (a bit of a design fault there).

But next week I’m going to take off the barrier entirely and have a good weed and another check.  I can’t do it now as it’s so darn hot, but a cooler front is predicted and I can get up there and under the net without expiring from an excess of perspiring.

I tell you, life is rather thrilling in the veggie garden.  And on the weekend I get to bore you all witless with my beans.  Don’t say I don’t spoil you.