March. The weather has been clement and this has meant digging, so was time to tackle what I call bed 2. The bed is divided into three parts, the first has a portable compost bin on it, so I decided to move this to the side and use the insides to spread over the ground and claim its now a no-dig bed for future potato sowing. The second part is home to a large peony and two rhubarb crowns that look old but still (hopefully) productive. The final part had some ropey old kale growing among the couch grass and so it’s this bed that I decide will be tackled today. The iPod is connected and today as the fork is wielded it’s George Michael that shuffles to the front to commence the digging with Hard Day from his 1987 album, Faith. I hope this isn’t an omen.
As the digging concludes it’s also time to clear away the wooden planks and bits of old plant supports. This results in expletives being uttered as the wet wood slides from my grip and makes contact with my shins. Once complete the bed starts to look much better.
After a coffee break it’s time to tackle that bathtub and buried bins, in fact the more I look at the top of the plot, the more depressed it makes me feel. I’ll be much happier once it’s all cleaned up and in order – OCD?
First job was to dig out the strawberries that had seen better days and then remove the soil filling the bathtub – this proves to be difficult as the tub is lined with house bricks meaning every plunge of the spade is met with resistance and a painful vibration up the arm. So it’s down to scooping the soil out by hand until the bath is able to be pulled free from the earth. This also proves painful as it hits my shins several times as it’s moved and in its place is planted a white currant, kindly donated by a friend.
Once it’s free and the dustbins dug out, the ground is forked over and raked. Now the space looks 100% better and ready for some fertiliser and planting up. I’m now off home to put some ointment on my bruised shins.