If there is one thing I've been giving my garden plenty of this summer, it is neglect. A crippling bout of hay fever, coupled with a new job, has meant that really I haven't spent any time in the garden at all. But you know what? Despite my indifference, the vegetable patch is thriving. The hard yakka of planting, mulching, weeding and feeding in early spring has meant that yes, whilst there's LOADS of weeds, there is also loads to eat. Potatoes, tomatoes, zucchini, cucumbers, basil, lettuces and chives are just some of the foods we're eating right now. The tomatillos whilst not ready yet, are going nuts. The apples trees are groaning with fruit and well, the blackberries are rambling and wild and sweet, if not painfully prickly. Amazing! Imagine what I could do if I put some effort in!
The greenhouse, hasn't been a complete success, there are some tomatoes and chilies happily fruiting away in there, but the weeds are so tall and so vigorous that I can barely get inside. Over the winter I'll have to start again, build some raised beds and fill them with clean soil. Those pasture grasses that come up all over the garden (we're surrounded by cow paddocks), chosen to withstand heavy cattle grazing, love it in the green house and I'm no match for their tenacity. But you know, we'll just keep going, and that's the secret to this gardening caper.
I miss spending time in my garden, and I could certainly use some motivation, (like this Turkey's great post) along with a good dose of antihistamines to get me outside. So today I splurged on two long-coveted books by one of my favourite writers. Twelve hundred odd pages of inspiring gardening and kitchen prose, the first volume on vegetables, the second on fruit. I shall relish every page.
Mmmm, my garden may to have to endure a little more neglect...