..... on the weeds and general herbage, which is going forth like ye olde clappers at the moment, it being moist and waarm (a Sheffield word for 'not-quite-hot'; usually prefacing a nice pint of Waards - a Sheffield word for beer, sadly now defunct in it's home town). I work less than a hundred yaards from the former Waards brewery and lament the lack most days.
Anyway, back to the point (terrible stuff for making you wander, this Waards). Weeds seen orf today, don't y' know:
Yer garlic patch
Yer onion patch
Yer blackberry patch, and
Yer raspberroonie patch.
Only one of them proved photogenic so here's the garlic patch, newly weeded and pristine, with a quick glimpse of AlcaBrassica behind.
And here's a bluebell looking very Young At Heart, we're so Yo-ung at Heart.
Very pleased with the blackberries, which are sending out new shoots like they mean it, much ahead of where they were last year. Perhaps piling manure around their rootstock really does work? Perhaps they're trying to get away from it? I would if you piled manure around my rootstock.
And the raspberoonies; what about the raspberoonies, eh? Thought dead, no signs of life, nailed to perch, choir invisibule etc. But no, 19 of the 20 have rooted and are putting forth new growth. Well pleased about this because the last attempt was an unmitigated failure.
And finally, the grapevine looks as though bud break is imminent. The buds are huge and furry and look truly fecund. Fecund, I tell you, Fecund. Pictures next time.
2 comments:
Good stuff. The raspberries get me every time. You prepare the ground, dig and manure and put in old scaffolding poles as support and all the rest of it, then you plant a dozen dead twigs in the ground. Dead twigs, and you never believe they're ever going to do anything. Then in the spring it's so exciting to see leaves. And in the autumn there's even raspebrries. It's a real miracle.
and you've no rust on your garlic!
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