To deal with rubbish: I don’t make compost as such. I make crème brûlée! Our free-range chooks deal to all our food waste and spent crops and give us eggs in return, while pulled weeds and prunings are just piled up out of sight until they rot down enough to be dug back into the soil.
I don’t use pesticides or fungicides: But we do use herbicide on the driveway. I keep the gravel garden tidy with Kiwicare Weed Weapon Natural Power, an organic fatty acid spray that stinks to high heaven but makes the weeds shrivel up before your eyes. It’s a miracle cure; previously I used to hand-weed the whole area.
We’re lucky: I don’t need to keep bees because our neighbours are bee-keepers, so our garden is full of their busy bees. When they got their hives, our plum harvest went through the roof.
When things go wrong: We make mulch. The great thing about a country garden is that you can recycle your mistakes. Once a year my husband hires an industrial-grade mulcher and we make a mountain of mulch that sits for a full year before being shovelled out by the barrowload to keep the weeds down.
This month I’m sowing: ‘Golden Nugget’ bush pumpkins, ‘Iznik Mini’ snack cucumbers, ‘Blue Lake Runner’ beans, ‘Medley’ spinach, ‘Detroit Red’ beetroot, coriander, corn and carrots.