The thermometer's heading down, the central heating's going up and my jaunts into the garden are mainly to either tidy up leaves or re-fill the bird feeders. Speaking of which, I've had loads of sparrows, robins and blue tits at the feeders, but yesterday - wow! - a goldfinch turned up. Only a fleeting visit, but I was ridiculously excited to see it. Apparently they really like niger seeds, so I'll stock up on those and hope it'll be a tempting treat for the bird to return.
Well, no real gardening to be done for me, so it's armchair gardening, armed with scissors, a glue stick and Sarah Raven's seed catalogue. I'm on the mailing list for various companies to send me their seed catalogues, but Ms Raven's is definitely the best designed and most inspiring. I love the varieties she chooses to include and the luscious colours combinations. I have a childish love of cutting and pasting - who needs those 'colouring books for grown ups', eh? - so like snipping out images and grouping them together. Getting ideas for what I can grow and what colours most appeal.
It's a great way to mull over what you want your flower borders to look like, and to dream of having an unlimited budget and Monty Don standard green fingers. I'm also in the early stages of trying to see if there's a business idea here, becoming a small scale flower farmer. Not so much a one-man-band as a one-woman-flower-farmer. Growing organically and locally, supplying bunches of flowers in more interesting colours and varieties than found in standard supermarket bouquets. I'm not imagining I could become the next Interflora, but maybe acquire a modest patch of land and set up a polytunnel and some beds. Only a pleasing daydream, or a real possibility?
I'd need to spend next year learning basic floristry skills, learning everything I possibly can about growing flowers, investigating the market and getting a clear idea of what'd be involved and if it's within my capabilities. Yup, it's an enticing idea. What d'ya think?
It's not only cold out, but it's rainy too. I'm a fair-weather gardener, I admit it. There're things I could be doing outside, but it's cosier in. Instead, let me explain why there's a photo of coffee beans on this blog.
Now, I'm not much of a coffee drinker. I know we're all supposed to know our Americano from our Macchiato, our Arabica beans from our Robusta. Me, I'm happy with a Costa Coffee latte or a homemade cup of the cheap & cheerful stuff from Aldi.
However, if I'm in a coffee shop I do like to check out the 'take me I'm free' basket. All decent shops have one where they'll offer coffee grounds bagged up for gardeners to help themselves to. If you've not picked up one before, then keep eye out for a bag next time you're in a shop. Used coffee grounds are ideal for helping improve your soil. I've got a bag of 'em from Starbucks next to me and I'll quote from the pack's label:
'Much of coffee's acidity is removed in the brewing process, leaving behind a green material that promotes plant growth, repels ants and slugs, and entices earthworms. Coffee grounds have an average pH of 6.9, a carbon-nitrogen ratio of 20:1, and can be added directly to your garden as a side dressing for nitrogen-loving plants (test with a small amount first). Or add to your compost. Combine with 'brown' materials for enriched compost. Experts recommend up to 20% coffee grounds in a compost pile.'
I won't pretend to understand the pH and carbon-nitrogen bit, but the rest is pretty straightforward. Dig the coffee grounds in to your soil, or stick it in the compost bin. I like the bit about how it helps to repel slugs (yay!) and of course anything that helps earthworms is good for your garden's overall health.
Bagged, used coffee grounds generally turn up in Costa, Starbucks and Boston Tea Party, but I'm sure any local independent coffee shop would happily let you have them too.
Free and green, what's not to like, eh?
It was mild enough today to get outside and do some 'garden housekeeping'. I tidied up fallen leaves and was intending to rip out all the now-tatty-looking nasturtiums, but I kept seeing caterpillars lurking in the greenery. So the nasturtiums are hanging around for the time being and hopefully providing food and shelter for the wildlife.
Sadly, no real gardening's been achieved lately, but the ankle's definitely on the mend. I've made a couple of feeble journey's to the local Co-op and even hobbled around Primark. Honestly, you know you've got cabin fever when an outing to the High Street is a big deal. I stumbled around Wilko and found these useful wigwam apex grips, 4 for a grand total of 50p, plus rocket and salad leaf seeds at 25p each. They're shifting the last of their gardening stuff before it's non-stop Christmas carols blasting out over the tannoy and more shelves stacked with chocolate than you ever thought possible.
I did a mooch around a charity shop and found this M&S vase, good as new and still with the label on the base, for just two quid. As I intend to grow loads of flowers next year I'll need some vases. I've got a couple of cylinder shaped vases, but - according to Sarah Raven whose advice about flower arranging I'm acquiring through YouTube videos - they're not the ideal shape. You want a fat bellied vase which narrows before flaring out, just like the one I bought. Then the flowers can fan out, rather than being jammed in a cylinder and having to stand straight as guardsmen.
Right now the garden's home to the last of the tomatoes, which need picking, as do lots of runner beans. The orange nasturtiums still flowering like mad, enjoying the sunny September days that still sneak in among the colder, rainy ones. There're still lots of verbena flowers for the bees and particularly the butterflies to enjoy.
Everything needs a clean and tidy, especially the stacks of empty flower tubs and saucers piling up in the shed that want dipping in hot, soapy water before being neatly stacked away. There's the feeling that the garden needs making good before the real cold days and night settle in.
I've barely been outside for the last week and a half, let alone done any gardening. I've a sprained ankle, you see. it was a bee related accident. The little blighters fly into my conservatory and have trouble getting out. I leave windows and doors open, but still they circle the room getting increasingly frustrated, before flying up to the roof and flinging themselves against it. The roof's opaque glass, so they manically launch themselves at it again and again until either (a) I rescue them or (b) they expire. Keen to do my bit to help I regularly clamber up a set of household steps and trap them in a glass so they can be set free to carry on pollinating.
Only last time I did this I kinda missed my footing and - oooff! - landed awkwardly. My right ankle, never the most slender of things, puffed up like I'd got half a grapefruit stuck on its side. For at least a week I was reduced to hopping around like Long John Silver without the wooden leg. I'm just about able to sloooowly hobble now, and even managed to fetch some milk and (purely medicinal, you understand) jaffa cakes from the Co-op today. But gardening? Nah. Sadly that's on hold, along with yoga, Pilates, cycling and wearing proper shoes as my right foot's still swollen and bruised.
Oh well, I've just received Suttons 2018 catalogue in the post, so I'll content myself with lazing about making lists of more flowers I want to grow, and watching lots of cheesy telly.
Hope you're fit and well. Here's to a healthy September.
Whether you consider yourself thrifty, financially cautious or a mean penny pincher, it's a good idea to mooch around Wilko at this time of year. They're clearing the gardening aisles 'cause apparently gardening season's over. Not in my book, but according to retailers it is. They're gearing up for Return to School / Halloween / Christmas and shelf space is needed for things other than gardening equipment. What that means is prices are slashed for basics that're come in useful next year. Large plastic tubs, plant saucers, gardening gloves, plant labels and so on. Plus - seeds!
This lot were half price, meaning I spent a fiver and picked up 9 packets, all of which have a 'sow by' date of 2020 or 21. In the store I visited today there was a massive range available, and you could certainly stock up on all your veggie seeds for next spring. Or, if you're like me, you can indulge your floral fantasies and snaffle packets of pretty Scabious and Cosmos. The Wilko own brand are cheap enough even when full price, so my rocket and tomato seeds were a total bargain at 50p and 35p respectively.
Why not pop in and see what you can find?
In the left at the front of this photo you can see a Yarrow plant. Only it ain't there no more! I've uprooted it. It was in the wrong place, I'd concluded, so I determined - with a breezy air of self confidence - to dig it up and pop it in another spot in the garden. Hah!
Hah blooming hah!
So much for that bright idea. Those Yarrow roots weren't coming out without a struggle. It was worse than trying to cram a stroppy cat into a cat basket (when that moggie just knows the cat basket never makes an appearance unless it's time to visit the dreaded vet). In the end it came out in bits and was lobbed into the compost bin. I hadn't realised how thuggish Yarrow is, a quality it shares with mint whose roots get everywhere.
So I reckon in future i'll treat Yarrow like mint. Either I'll grow it in a container, or in a separate section of the garden where it's away from other plants. Or I'll do the old trick you're recommended to do with mint, namely cut the base off a flowerpot and bury that in the ground, then put the plant inside it. That way, you contain the roots within a limited area, making it much less invasive.
Apart from wrestling with Yarrow I've been digging up some of the flower border in the front garden. Confession time. I'd been in way too much of a hurry to get something green planted out there, so I'd skimped on preparing the ground. I'd taken up the bricks, scraped away some of the sand underneath and dug out a thin layer of limestone that'd been put down to level the ground. But I didn't take out enough of the limestone. Especially at the front edge of the top level it's really quite deep as the garden must've originally been a steepish slope before it was divided and flattened into two distinct levels.
I'm going back now and being more thorough. Rubble sack after rubble sack is being filled, and my gardening is less about drifting around in a pretty frock cutting flowers to plonk in a vase, & more about getting sweaty and heaving bags of sand and stone around. I'm getting down to the original earth, making the flower beds deeper. Meaning they'll need several bags of potting compost tipped into them before they're replanted.
I keep telling myself it'll look good in a couple of years time! I thought I was a patient person, but I think gardening's going to teach me patience on a whole new level.
To keep me cheery I'm lusting over the gorgeous range of seeds in Sarah Raven's catalogue. Can I justify buying more seeds when I've already got more than enough? Not really, but then I haven't bought any Astrantia seeds. Or Leonotis leonurus. Ooooh, what about those opium poppies in deep, jewel-like plum and crimson ... now, where's that credit card gone?
It's the season when family and friends visit and offer greetings, a warm smile and ... some veg. All around the country gardeners are dealing with gluts. Popping round to neighbours with a handful of courgettes, passing on yellow squash like cheerful round footballs (I've still got three donated ones that're lined up in the shed).
I'm dealing with a glut of homegrown tomatoes. Some tiny as Ferrero Rocher, some fatter and glossy orangey-red. If you're never grown your own toms I'd urge you to do so. I never thought I liked fresh tomatoes. Tinned, yeah. As a topping on pizza, mmmm. But raw? No. That's before I grew my own and discovered they're a world away from those sad ones sold in supermarkets.
First of all, homegrown ones smell. Ones in shops are bland, scent free, like a poor imitation of the real thing. Also, we all know how shop bought ones deflate when you cut into them, like water filled balloons. Homegrown ones keep their shape. They're firmer and much more tasty. That's the main thing, they taste good.
I picked lots and made them into a pasta sauce. It's so simple. Tomatoes, onions, lots of herbs, all cooked slowly and on a low heat. You can make a big pan full and decant into lidded, plastic tubs and pop them in the freezer. With the yellow squashes I roast them. Spray a large roasting tin with Frylight, cut squash into rough chunks then sprinkle a spice mix over the top. Roast until the squash is beautifully soft. Sometimes I throw a can of sweetcorn over the squash when it's nearly done and add some crumbled Feta cheese on top.
Are you dealing with a vegetable glut? What're your best tips for using up those mounds of courgettes or runner beans, tomatoes or squashes?
My shed isn't exactly the kind of thing you see featured in 'Country Living' or similar lifestyle mags. It's not pretty-pretty, and there's not a scrap of Cath Kidston bunting to be seen. It is however a very practical space for storing my bike, garden tools, bags of potting compost and various bits and pieces that'll 'come in useful some day'. The kind of stuff - empty yoghurt pots, bits of string - you don't want lying around the house making it look like a hangout for the Wombles. There're shelves made from bits of an old chest of drawers, and a row of empty plastic cola bottles that might end up as mini cloches for vulnerable seedlings.
I try to keep the floor space free by hanging things up on hooks, or just nails banged into a length of wood. That red plastic storage basket's good for keeping small plant pots in.
There's a bunch of dill drying in the shed at the moment, so it smells lovely.
If you're like me and you've ended up with loads of these sturdy supermarket bags they can be handy for gardening too. Cheaper than those plastic trugs, and just as useful for throwing weeds into so you can transport them to the compost heap. Or for chucking your trowel, kneeling mat, gardening gloves, string, secateurs etc into when you're heading outside, so everything's to hand and you're not traipsing back inside to fetch things constantly. At a push you can also kneel on them if the ground's damp, but I'd definitely recommend getting a proper padded kneeler. Much kinder on the old bones!
Apart from cutting back the monstrously tall dill I've been chopping up chives.
It's useful to have spare ice cube trays for freezing things other than water. In this case I'm cutting chives into small pieces and freezing. Great for cooking when you can't venture outside because it's pouring with rain or the existing chives are looking straggly and not worth the picking.
Simply top the tray up with water, then freeze into cubes and tip out into a plastic bag. That frees up the ice cube tray so you can use it for something else. Then the chive cubes are ready for whenever you need to lob a few into a stew or soup. Easy peasy, huh?
How splendid are these orange Crocosmia? The colour absolutely sings out, and looks especially good in late afternoon/early evening light. Sadly these weren't from my garden, but I definitely want to plant lots of these beauties next year, enough that I can regularly have a vase full in the house.
What I am going to have waaaay too many of next year - if I don't take action - are foxgloves. As I didn't cut the spires off the ones that'd finished flowering in the front garden they've been self seeding like crazy maniacs. It's going to be choc a bloc with foxgloves if I don't get out there and weed some of the little seedlings out. That'll be a job for tomorrow, if the rain holds off.
Moved from a garden-less city flat in the South West to a Yorkshire village in 2016. I now have a garden ... of sorts.