Trench warfare

I swear these weeds have grown overnight.   And I don’t just mean those flimsy knock the head off with a hoe types. No, these are seriously rooted beasties and are a devil to remove.

I’ve come up to plant asparagus as a favour to my neighbour. I had to wait until he had driven off to the stables before I could sneak up to his veggie garden and get stuck in.   Asparagus planting is a fabulous treat. All trenches and mounds and a bit like playing in a sandpit.   But with better results.

But the digging of the trenches was less easy than I thought.   Jean Daniel dug this over last week with a great deal of vim and heaving on the fork.   But there are still stubborn weeds that have to be removed before I started.   After all, you are only doing this once every 15 years.   So it has to be done well.

As a result I’ve come inside for a reviving cuppa before I attack trench number two.

And the crop of stones in this patch of ground was also impressive.   But by 3pm I could proudly say that I’ve planted 42 crowns in three rows.

But it’s not going to stay this wondrously weed free for long.   So I hauled out the black plastic (silage strength) and sliced some long thin bits.   I found a good use for all those blasted stones.   They are now in elegant patterns all along the length of the plastic.

Job well done.