Call me crazy but I’ve taken on another plot – this one is a wee bit smaller than mtp so we’re calling it mttp (my teeny-tiny plot). As with all new plots it’s in a bad state. Lots of comfrey, nettles, bindweed and a fair bit of rubbish to clear (old carpets etc). But Ryan’s made a good start with our neighbours old rotovator and we’re hoping to have it up and running by the end of the May Day weekend. Since the new plot is just a minute’s walk from our house I’m planning to use it to grow plants that need a lot of attention or that need picking often: tomatoes, lettuce, cucumber, etc
Couch grass is EVIL. Accept it…! It must be burnt, it must die, die, die, die, die, die. And then die some more. Couch grass die with all its family, its cousins, distant aunts, uncles, its nieces, nephews, and step-sisters (if it has any). Goodbye!
A wise man (David Hepworth) once said that you are always 25% worse than you think you are and your competition are always 25% better than you think they are. He was talking about magazines but I reckon you can apply that rule to just about anything you want. For example, at the end of the month I always have 25% less money in the bank than I think I have. Painting the living room always takes about 25% longer than you think it will. And… clearing one small allotment of couch grass infested manure takes roughly 25% more wheelbarrow loads to shift than you think it will. The under-gardener will get 25% more filthy than he anticipated and he’ll probably be 25% more knackered than he ought to be.
I have a problem, and the problem is this – I don’t like killing things! As head gardener at mtp I know it is my duty to rid the area of bugs, slugs, snails, grubs and caterpillars but I find it really hard to kill them. I was chatting to one of my neighbours the other day and casually pointed out that the Comfrey plants were attracting some prettyish caterpillars. Their reaction was to nonchalantly stamp on the bush thus squashing the black and yellow creatures into a pulpy mess. I was horrified (but said nothing of course). This picture is of the one singular caterpillar that survived. I felt I had betrayed an innocent animal, shopped him to the feds, revealled his hidding place when all he asked for was sanctuary on mtp.
Of course I might feel differently about this when my new found friends have eaten my lettuce crop overnight.