Peter Pan’s garden.
He’s stopped flying off with children,
growing his own instead.
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Nephrotoxic leaves.
Thinking of rhubarb crumble,
pink, heaped with sugar.
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As some of you will remember, we inherited an allotment last September, which was full of weeds and rubbish. The heavy clearance and digging is now complete, thanks to my husband, Victor, and son, Joshua.
Since then, Victor has gone on to plant all sorts of goodies, the rhubarb being the soil’s first edible offering of the year. The garlic is also coming along well, so I’ll soon be able to stink out my fellow singers with my Mediterranean-style breath.
Everything is probably a month behind, due to the recalcitrant weather, and something ate our strawberry plants, but we are looking forward to potatoes, broad beans, peas, parsnips, carrots, onions, shallots, asparagus (no dead cow buried underneath), radishes, rocket, parsley, cabbage, lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers, artichokes, sea kale, raspberries, redcurrents, blueberries, blackcurrants, gooseberries, strawberries (replacement plants), apples, hazelnuts, figs, and red grapes.
Over the next few months, we’re hoping to see a reduction in our monthly grocery bill, as well as enjoying the restorative effects of a diet rich in freshly picked produce, with all those superb extra vitamins and minerals. And I’m going to have to learn to make jam and chutney.
lurking in garden
photographer watches fox
— divided by hedge —
fox watches photographer
dog shut indoors for art’s sake
Early evening.
Plump wood pigeon contemplates
the meaning of Spring.
Spring sounds her trumpet.
March, crocus battalion!
Go, vanquish Winter.
Sarah Potter Writes 