It has not been my finest hour in the garden - and in truth that's about all the time I've spent there. It has got to the point where I'm considering dropping the 'gardener' and leaving myself as plain old 'Hapless'.
For regular readers, I'd like to apologise for the lack of entertainment on here lately but I do hope that the following update gives you reassurance that yes there is someone so utterly inept that you're not such a bad gardener after all. And for the skilled gardeners, belief that there is always someone in need of help!
So why such little time gardening? Over the next few posts I hope to explain. Today though, let me start with the Great British Weather.
We Brits love a good old moan about it, but this year I think we've all finally lost our rag. It's been rain all the way, day after day after day.
And with that, the warmth has decided to bugger off too, leaving the energy companies rubbing their hands with glee just as much as we're rubbing ours to heat up.
What has that meant for the garden? A failure to clear up the remnants of last year's vine and buddliea demolition and a utter failure to cut the now totally wild grass:
|It hasn't taken long for this fiend to take hold on the lawn. Anyone know what it is?|
Now, they call it the breezy south west. Actually, they don't, I just made that up to reflect the combination of laid back Bristolians, Gloucestershire hippies, Devon ruralites and the Cornwallian surfers. In truth it's been howling a right gale down here since April. Meaning everytime I try and plant precious seeds in the grow houses, which are necessarily in locations I can't tether them down in, I get this:
I have lost pretty much all the beans I've planted this year, along with nearly all sweet peas and my precious chilli seeds I planted from last year's dried chilli. Seeing the toppled plastic towers filled me with despondency and hurt as much as annoyance.
So, the British weather has basically thrown a strop even McEnroe would be proud of and left my garden in tatters - overgrown and pretty much veg-less this summer.
And what has this meant for me?
Poolside in the Greek sunshine. Damn right.
I'd like to think that the hardier gardeners and allotmenteers out there have made some headway with their vegetables, and please do let me know if you have.