Friday, 24 September 2010

'Secret' Gardens

One way to increase your gardening knowledge is to go on a course, which I have done. Today. 'Practical Gardening in the Walled Garden, Meersbrook Park' for its full title. Six of us have joined up. We need another four for it to run. If you are reading this and interested, sign up now!
If it doesn't, then I have learned some things already from today. I may struggle to write them down however, as my 20 month old daughter has been inserting her tiny fingers in the keyboard of the laptop, and the 'a' key is dodgy. I'm typing very carefully but the the key keeps falling off, or not working.

I never knew that aspirin came from the Willow, or that you could treat bruises with Comfrey. I feel a bit daft admitting to that, as I'm old enough to know. I just thought it was a nitrogen fixer.

We'll be planning a herbacious border, doing a winter pruning, taking hand wood cuttings and naming grden plants using scientific names (it says here). I'm interested in veg and herbs primarily but this is all transferable knowledge.

So we'll be learning about composting and herbs, a bit of veg and studying weeds - otherwise known as 'plants you don't want just there.' Didn't know that did you?

Meersbrook Walled garden is run by volunteers, who took it over just four years ago after it was lain to waste. Hard to believe when you look at it now. The Japanese Garden is wonderful, and when you ask anyone there about it, you can feel the love that has been put into it.

After a bit of weeding, I was allowed to take home with me, an Astrantia, for my allotment. I shall sit it by the Lemon Balm on the border tomorrow.



Astrantias are superb perennials for under trees, on a streambank or in a moist border.

While botanical Latin tells us a great deal about a plant, few varietal names are as illuminating. The outstanding Astrantia major subsp involucrata 'Shaggy' is an exception. Instead of displaying the usual crisp symmetry and sharp points, the bracts are pinched in the middle and much cut, drawing out into wide green and white stars. Shaggy perfectly describes its unkempt look and rascally charm.

Carol Klein in the Telegraph, where they say you can buy one plant for about £7. I just got mine for nowt!

Thursday, 2 September 2010

R.I.P Tomatoes

I couldn't agree more, M. As I was digging the black stalky remains of the tomatoes out to be burned I felt gutted. 'Every silver lining has a cloud', as M would say. We have agreed that planting in pots or bags is the way to go for next time.

However, the last of the summer sunshine has lifted our spirits and provided us with a crop of potatoes to last the rest of the year. Baked on the barbecue, less than a minute out of the ground, they were the best I've ever tasted.

There is still a lot of hard work ahead, but I'm looking forward to it.

Blight and Barbecues - An Existential Quandary

Nearing the end of today's spell on the plot, watching quicksilver droplets running over brassica leaves after their leap from the watering can's rose, I can't help it when my mind begins to ponder the allotment cycle from the point-of-view of the plants.

Does the blighted tomato really feel any different about its ultimate fate than the potato, the corn cob or the courgette? For each they have the same destiny, ripped from the ground and tossed onto the fire. Does it matter whether it is the Pink Fir Apple, given a jacket of tinfoil and placed on the barbecue next to a fine pork sausage? Or whether it is the blight-ridden tomato, its still green skin bubbling and blistering in the fierce flames of the brazier?

Ahem ... hem ... it really has been hot today and I forgot my hat.