Vegetable gardening is all about 'expectation'. It's setting the seeds, planting out the seedlings, and waiting impatiently for the results. Along the way there are frustrations, battles with errant wildlife, and occasional disappoinments. But generally, if we do our work correctly, we are rewarded.
I love to see the baby peppers and aubergines emerge from their flowers, and the red cabbages begin to form heads. But one still needs to be vigilant, an infestation can be just around the corner, or weeds can be ignored in favour of the harvest.
Already, everything we eat comes fresh from Haddock's, and there's now no reason to buy any fruit or veg' until spring 2011; unless I have a sudden craving for bananas or pineapples.
I've lived like this for most of my life. My parents were wise enough to always have good fruit and veg' gardens, with chickens, bantams, and ducks thrown in for good measure. I thank them for having given me the desire to do likewise!
I've just picked our first baby tomatoes of the season. You can't beat it! (Don't tell the gardener though; he is very protective of his crop. Makes me feel like Peter Rabbit.)ReplyDelete
Beware Mr McGregor.ReplyDelete
My tomatoes are lackluster, but the peas and radishes have been prolific, as well as the apples and all the herbs.ReplyDelete
What a great garden you have, Cro. Truly inspiring!
That truely is how we should all live! Hats off to you Cro!ReplyDelete
Love, love, love your garden. I am sure it is somewhere in previous posts but is there a reason that you call your garden Haddocks? I have just put down 24 metres of garden as opposed to a 6ft x 3ft one and am really excited as things are staring to grow. Your garden inspires me and I am eager to try to grow the things you do. Wonderful!ReplyDelete
Jo in Auckland NZ
Sorry Cro, should have said I am a new reader and am going through the old posts hence the 2012 post in the 2010 section.Delete
Jo in Auckland NZ
Welcome. I'm just sorry I can't reply to you in person. Let me know when you have your own page!Delete