I knew I had to do something in the garden. The list is still nagging away at me. I once heard someone say that post-it notes were the best thing for her marriage because it allowed her to perpetually nag without saying anything. Therefore the naggy whiney wife was no more – but that innocuous little square of paper took up the nagging role until such time as it was all dog eared and lost its sticky and disappeared or it was actually taken care of.
I have created a nagging garden. The list nags me. I feel actual guilt if I don’t do anything from it or allow something to push into the queue. These things have a need to be done and I need to do it. The thing is they all pretty much need to be done now. In July. If I don’t get them done now, in July, a window of opportunity will be lost and so will the abundance of harvest. I’m not doing this for something to do – I’m doing it to feed my family, so if I don’t get on to it, we will be forced to eat supermarket veggies at supermarket prices!
So I turned a blind eye to number one – the turnip soup as I have a plan for that. I’ve done number two and the leeks and spring onions are loving their new home. Number three on the list says:
“Finish weeding pea bed, enrich soil and plant peas (keep an eye out for frost!) – The peas are nearly ready to go out and will need a nice home to go to.”
Well the peas are actually ready to go into their new home, but it still wasn’t ready. I thought to myself – I can do that, there aren’t that many weeds. But I am a person of integrity – and sometimes it drives me nuts. A lazier version of me considered just pulling the weeds and popping the peas in. The diligent me wouldn’t let lazy me do it. So I weeded – and put all the weeds in the wonky wheel barrow instead of throwing them on the grass behind me. I find when I do that – lazy me never picks them up. She is so naughty! Then I dug over the whole bed with a fork and fluffed up the soil. I discovered something cool. This pea bed is a bed of a thousand worms. There were loads! Small ones, fat ones, long skinny ones – loads! Such a sight to behold.
The other thing I noticed was the top layer of the raised bed was bowed. I knew it was bowed because in the summer I had rammed some sticks down the side to stop it bowing further and leaking soil out the side. But I couldn’t take care of it properly as I would have disturbed the plants growing in the bed. So now was the time for action.
I pulled all the soil away from the edge of the bed and hammered a stake deep into the earth and then I nailed the stake to the top rung of the bed to hold it tight and make the side of the bed smooth again. The soil was raked back into place and the bed was just like new and ready for the peas to go into the freshly fluffed soil. The worms told me I didn’t need to enrich the soil. (I’m a worm whisperer.)
There were only enough peas to do half a row, thanks to the mice – but the new lot are nearly ready and so I should have my full row soon enough. As I put the trellis up to give them something to hang on to, the sky darkened and big fat rain drops began to beat upon my back. It was time to stop, but that was ok because now I can cross off number three knowing I did a good job.
Come again soon – the boffins say the temperatures are going to drop again, so maybe it is time for number one soup!
Sarah the Gardener : o )