Oh yes, the thrill of sorting the vegetable garden. It has taken me a day and a half.
I have been rewarded for my heroic deeds mind you. I have about three kilos of broad beans to pod.
And I have flowers galore all coming into bloom in the far end garden bed. I’ll be bursting with dahlias and cosmos, and that’s not a bad thing.
I ought to photograph my groaning compost bins which are teetering and full.
I don’t think I even enjoyed a single stalk of coriander. It was up and over before I had a chance to wonder with what to garnish my bowl of chilli.
I do still eat the flowers – in fact I was munching the whole time.
But I managed to snack on jostaberries and white currants with every pass of the wheelbarrow.
I have two beds devoted to broad beans at the moment and it was a harvest fest.
I had to work my way around the giant fennel that sits in one of the beds.
So I keep it for sentimental reasons.
I don’t even like fennel very much. I prefer dill. But it stands as an ‘up yours’ to the mole rat. So I just treat it like a sculpture.
The broad beans are a mix of Aquadulce, Sutton and a few other varieties I found in the bottom of the broad bean seed drawer. I’m looking forward to ordering new ones this autumn when I don’t have to scrabble about.
But the beans have loved the sunshine and the regular drip feed of water every morning. It is a bumper harvest.
And speaking of which; enough of this playing about on the computer. Time for me to get shelling beans.