Inspired by Charles Dowding’s no-dig philosophy, and in defiance of my somewhat calvinist nature, I am going to try this method on some of the beds this year. To add to the likelihood of success, I placed an order for 14 bags of organic composted stable manure, to be delivered directly to “my” roundabout. Then the rain came, and more rain and more. So there I stood by the gate at the appointed hour, a dripping Worzel Gummage, waiting for my date with a lorry…
No gentleman, the driver dumped the load without ceremony and left me to my muddy and lonely pursuits. More happily, here’s supper from what I was then able to harvest:
Gosh, no gentleman indeed. You should’ve called me. Even though I tend to avoid my soggy garden these days, I’d have located my wellies in the hut and come to the rescue. The task would have been more fun together.
Your harvest looks delectable … 🙂
Thanks Ashen! You must come when it’s warm and pleasant instead.
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