The best antidote to a grey January afternoon

Well one of my resolutions was to post more on my blog. I’m sorry I haven’t kept up as much as I intended – I managed to break my laptop. And with Rich working morning, noon and night, it’s nigh on impossible to boot him off so I can write.

But here I am.

Ahhh Fridays. I do like Fridays. Now that I’m in the throes of my four-day working week, Fridays are MY day. You know, when the rest of the world isn’t off work. I rise late, I write, I write some more and catch up on getting all those little jobs out of the way; bottlebank, money bank, library, tidying… Today I’m planning on starting another letter. I’ll plonk myself down at some point during the afternoon and scribble away, no doubt accompanied by the background noise of a terrible 70s film on Film4.

My Smallest Smallholding is… well. Hmm. Green and weedy is the most diplomatic way of describing it. Or perhaps ‘slumbering’. Yes, I like that word. After the snow melted it was like an eye-popping explosion of GREEN. Everywhere was bellowing GREEN! GREEN AND BROWN! GREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN! The snow also uncovered all the messy bits – the unkempt piles of leaves, twigs, weeds, unpruned shrubbery, wonky veg plot borders etc etc. Whilst the snow laid, at least it looked relatively neat. Ah well. Such is nature. I have a lot of work to do this spring.

My local garden centre does a brilliant deal on seeds at this time of year – 50% off, with many “buy two get one free” offers to. So I am planning on heading over there with an extremely limited budget and starting to thumb through the racks. I’m definitely going for squashes again this year. Although last year’s produce was rubbish, at least I managed to get the plant to actually fruit. So this year, who knows. We may produce something edible – it has been known!

I’m not going for potatoes this year. I call my small bit of England ‘The Smallest Smallholding’ for good reason, and potatoes take up a lot of space. OK, maybe I’ll relent and grow a row or two of Charlottes. They’re fantastic when they’re freshly dug. In fact, I doubt whether Rich will allow me NOT to grow them. But as far as maincrop goes, I can easily buy a big sack from the local farmer for around a fiver.

I asked Rich whether he’d eat strawberries, if I grew them. His response? “Depends if they have maggots in them”. Let me remind you that this year, Rich is 30. Yes, really.

And apart from my staple crop of sunflowers (seeds for the birds), onions and garlic, I’m not entirely sure what I’m going to do. I think I’ll decide when I get infront of the seed racks.  I have a feeling that this year, anything goes.

Weight: 11stone 6lbs

September Seed Saving

I’ve not been doing much on my Smallest Smallholding lately. Bit of grass cutting, tidying, tiny bit of weeding and raking up fallen plums and apples.

But one job I have been keen to do regularly is collect seeds. I can’t remember if I’d posted about this before (and I could just stop being incredibly lazy and check, but I won’t), but because I’ve found it difficult to keep on top of the weeding and general upkeep of the flower borders, I’ve come to a decision. Instead of lots of different small-ish plants (and inevitably big gaping holes in the planting scheme where I’ve pulled out weeds), I’ve come to the conclusion that I’ll be just chosing a few plants and filling the borders chock-full with them. I’ve also been thinking about designing my own seed packets and possibly giving them out to friends and family as part of their Christmas (shh! it’ an illegal word until December 1st) presents. Maybe.

I already have lavendar dotted around which always does well, provided I trim it regularly. The buddleia stays, because it’s so popular with bees and butterflies. The roses have sentimental value, and the clematis, orange blossom, scabious and paul’s himalayan musk climbing rose get to stay just because I say so.

So what else grows well here? Our soil is quite sandy and generally poor, which means the weeds grow like the clappers. However, for that self-same reason, wildflowers grow well too. Cornflowers, poppies and foxgloves thrive here. OK – so that’s a starting point. I’ve been collecting all the opium poppy seeds I can, and am waiting a little while until I can clear out this years’ annuals. Then when there’s more space I’ll sow the seeds liberally.  I’m going to leave the foxgloves to do their thing – I’m a bit hesitant about handling them as I’ve read allsorts (mostly about just how poisonous they are) and don’t really know how to separate fact from fiction.

I’ll take a trip to the garden centre soon and buy some cornflowers and more wild flower mixes to try and fill in the gaps. I’ve also been collecting the hollyhock seeds in earnest, which never fail to disappoint year on year (and the bees adore them, which is great). But what else?

Well, I love Honesty. It has the same appeal as poppies – it looks good when it flowers, it looks good when it finishes and the seed heads are so pretty. I leave ‘finished’ poppies and Honesty in the borders well into October, and sometimes beyond. So for that reason, I’ve also been collecting Honesty seeds to disperse more around the borders. I actually enjoy separating the fragile thin tissue-paper-like pods with my thumb and finger. The outer sheaths of the flat pods look drab and almost mouldy, but once you’ve carefully peeled them away to access the seeds, you’re left with almost opalescent shell-like discs that have an amazing fragile and sculptural quality. The seed heads look every bit as appealing as the vivid purple flowers.

So poppies, honesty and foxgloves. Those will be my staples for next year. I’ll also be growing Cosmos, something that is becoming a bit of an annual ritual.We let a thistle grow and the flowers proved one of the most attractive wildlife offerings in the Smallest Smallholding. I think every garden should have at least one thistle growing.

Next year I’ll be planning on not worrying about what the borders do. Let them grow and overspill, flower and seed themselves. Then I’ll be there again, come late summer and early autumn, with my empty envelopes, ready to collect all my seeds again.