So, I have to follow up on my last Garden Collective post, apparently.
Something to do with agreeing to be accountable for improving my edible bits over the coming months, and journalling the photos.
Pretty sure that when I agreed to do this, it wasn’t 13 degrees, grey skied, rainy and miserable.
Nevertheless, you’ll be impressed to know I stood outside in my gumboots, in the rain, under the brolly, just to take these pictures for you.
OK, really, I threatened Mr 15 and sent him out in the rain barefooted and then bribed him with apricot oak cake.
‘Cos I’m really good at that.
So, in the last month, I have considered the walk of shame and pulled my A into G and given the garden a bit of a tidy up.
I gave all the herbs a good hardy trim which boosted the compost heap dramatically.
I topped up the pots with fresh soil, gave them some seasol and straightened up a little.
I even patted them on the heads and had a little chat with them.
They did respond in kind, and in the 4 hours of sunlight we have had in the past 30 days managed to send off new shoots, roots and leaves.
The small patch had a good weed, some new soil and good feed of blood and bone.The large patch has been cleared and the idea is that the terrorist chooks can dig, scratch and poop their hearts content in there until spring.
The bloody dog, who was most unimpressed with all the press the terrorist chooks got last month, wanted his 5 minutes of fame, and the fresh blood and bone mulched through the small plot gave him every excuse to biff and barge the fence down and dig, dig, dig like the poky little puppy he once was.
There is something tell-tale about the heady aroma of dead cow when rubbed all over the face of a black Labrador.
Still, as you can see, I am being rewarded by a good crop of rocket, some tat-soy, enough kale for a leaf or two in my daily smoothie, a half dog-trampled capsicum plant that is coming back to life, a sole lettuce, and impressively, an asparagus plant that survived both the terrorist chooks and the poky little puppy.
I did leave some long, lanky legs on the basil. It’s because I love my basil and I know, if I cut these legs off I will regret it when I am on a pesto binge.
Besides, I need the leaves to threaten the terrorists with.
They hear it as ‘stuffing plant’.
I am sure somewhere in their bird brains they understand me when I tell them these branches will be poked up their clucker should they rampage the garden again.
They just forget.
My Kaffir has bugs.
What is this and how do I get rid of it?
Likewise, the baby bay tree has little black bugs, and if you look closely you can see two sad looking pineapples.
The edible nasturtium has started growing again, around the rain tank.
All I need to do now is keep the terrorists out of the gardens and I should have great results in another month.
However, they seem to have developed another way in.
This is the next post in a series of ” The Garden Share Collective” — a web hop about the veggies, herbs and edibles we grow. On the first Monday of each month I’ll be sharing my failures and successes in the garden, as part of a community designed to help problem solve and gain motivation to growing clean food organically and sustainably.
Thanks to Lizzie, from Strayed from the Table, who founded this idea.
Check back next month to see how the garden, the terrorist chickens , and the poky little puppy have progressed through the middle month of a wet, windy winter.