This is my first year of growing flowers. I bought (or was kindly given) many ceramic Belfast sinks, filled them up with compost and off I went determined to have some colour this summer in our garden.
Things I have learned – height. Some plants are taller than others, over-shadow and I have definite successes and failures.
But, overall, I love the colour.
My artichhokes are huge, totally dwarfing everything else. I ended saving the flowering pinks by picking them. They smell beautiful and remind me of my grandmother.
The tatties, of which I possibly have a cash-crop, are going along nicely. The strawberry plants have produced a handful of the most delicious strawberries. It took me a while to learn about the function of placing straw around each plant so some rotted before I could save them. Learning, I am always learning.
Another cash-crop is the ragwort which continues to plague us. We have nearly cleared this field. I say that every day and then spend another hour and fill another bag. We all chip away at this never-ending problem.
Monster is still pining for his “Dad”.
His appetite has not been affected, however. Phew.
Over to Turriefield, this afternoon to pack veg – our Thursday volunteer job. Now they can grow veg! Puts my handful of strawberries to shame.
Daisy and I weigh, bag and label.
And then there is the banter!
We always ‘ave a larf! In my humble opinion that sign behind should read “free to a good home”! (I was dared not to put up this photo so obviously I had to)