Lettuce glut

My garden is glutting already!  Despite the 10 weeks of almost no rain, my tiny raised bed planted full mixed leaves is lush and leafy.  We're having stir fried pak choi and mustard, rocket pesto, mixed leaf salad with beetroot and radish greens, anything that is leafy, clean and crunchy is getting eaten at the moment.

I have discovered that the Small likes picking the leaves and rinsing them, but isn't sure about eating them while still fresh and a little bristly.  As soon as they're in more manageable pieces, she can't wait. 

My friend's herb garden got planted at the height of the dry dry spring, and didn't look very verdant when I last saw it, but we've both been so busy I haven't had a chance to be out there.  I have promised to move her enormous rosemary busy, and put lavender plants in there instead, and I will, I promise, but we need some time for blissful garden days.  It will probably be june before I get out there again, and I must put up the pictures of our hilarious planting day.

Just know that we're living in the garden, our pea plants are coming up like billyo, and the first one of the dwarf peas in the porch is flowering.

Pea shoots are tasty, let me tell you!

Right! Onwards, there is more office work to be done.

Looks like I may be buying veggies for a little while yet.

Well, blogland, long time no see eh?
Spent Easter Monday with a watering can and some weedkiller, dousing everything except the border, the rhubarb and the gooseberry bush.
A couple of weeks on, and the result is disappointing. I now have slightly sickly looking horsetail and nettles poking through some yellowed grass! Not quite the spectacular result I wanted. I'm certainly going to need more weedkiller, and I think may have have to put plot planting plans on hold till next year.
Never mind there are always containers!


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May Encounters

I had a wonderful neighbourhood gardening moment on the last day of April.  During our very dry spring, we have been watering the garden every evening.  It's a long process at our house, as we don't use a hose, and the waterbutts are all at the back of the house. I pick up the watering cans (always left in the front garden, which is our main gardening space), I walk around our little terrace of houses (we're no 3 in a terrace of 5), to where the waterbutts are in the back yard.  I have to fill up twice to manage the sweetcorn, the carrots, the peas, the sunflowers, the lettuce bed, the potatoes and the random flowers in tubs. 

It's a really pleasant ritual, especially on these warm evenings, and nobody else ever seems to be around as I do it, a sort of oddly enchanted space in a very rushy day.  The last evening of April smelled warm and calm, and as I walked around the corner I saw a man I might describe as looking like a greying hippie (greyer, and more old school than me) carrying the most enormous armful of hawthorn blossom.  I asked him whether he wanted some lilac to add to his bundle, because the tree in our backyard is very generous.  We had a lovely chat about picking the may, and how it came of him having an Irish wife.  I maintained that he should be collecting dew for her at sunrise the next morning.

The lilac tree was at its absolute best that evening, so I bet their house smelled of rapturous spring on May day.  He was so thankful and cheerful about us offering something that we get more than enough of every May that I came back into the house full of peace and laughter. 

The lilac have all gone over now, so we need to prune what are really mammoth bushes, so we have a bit more light throughout the rest of the year and still get our blossom next spring.  Every time I see them this year I think about a man walking around our neighborhood looking for blossom for his love.
   N.