Plotting and planning
OVER the course of the early May Bank Holiday weekend, I braved the heat to do battle with the weeds that were quickly overtaking our vegetable plot. Although the asparagus that my husband, Simon, had transplanted from one of the flowerbeds (where, bizarrely, it had been thrusting skyward) was doing well, together with the onions, potatoes and runner beans he’d planted earlier in the year, the other vegetables were being smothered by voracious interlopers.
As the sun beat down and the mercury rose, I huffed and puffed as I tugged at buttercups (I’d never realised how difficult they are to pull up), wrangled with dandelions and yanked out what seemed to be endless yards of bindweed and stinging-nettle roots from the dark, crumbly earth. Eventually, after hours on my hands and knees, aided by sturdy gloves that protected my fingers from thistle prickles and vicious nettles, I finally managed to conquer the weeds.
Now that another Bank Holiday has come and gone, the broad beans, peas, cauliflowers, sweetcorn, courgettes and purple-sprouting plug plants —bought from Sherborne Castle Garden Centre and dug into the ground one evening last week— are flourishing thanks to the recent deluge of rain. All we need now is the sunshine back. PL