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The slightest bit of sun; and you know about it.

Mama H and I took an evening walk down to the plot to water the newly broadcast sown seeds. And in doing so, I observed just how sentry like the various bits of Garlic and onions were doing. Even the leeks sown in classroom, appear to have taken on a new vigorous approach in basking in the sunshine. The baby leeks have fattened up quite a bit in a matter of a few days. They are yet to be pencil thick, but they are not as wiry as they were.

It is the allieums on the plot that make me feel more positive. No longer stood as though they are sulking, but all very sentry like; garlic, onions and shallots that have been looking very miserable, look all very green and resplendent. A touch windburned perhaps, but after all the miserable moodiness of autumn and winter there is a light at the end of the tunnel. Remains to be seen how big a crop it will be, but it does look nice.

On the window sill, germination is happening at a remarkable pace. Three cucumber babies have appeared. Perhaps more. But femspot and crystal lemon have raised their heads from the modular cells. A yellow scallop squash is threatening to break out, as is a Avalon squash seed. The last of chilli seeds are being closely monitored; it will have been a month since sowing, and over a third of the seeds sown have come through. That is a lot of chillies.

The sun came out, there is all to play for,

Yours in anticipation,

Hortcultural Hobbit

Seeds: the next generation

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Image courtesy of @meandmylottie-joy topping

Not last year, the one before; through sheer fluke. I managed to cultivate a ghost rider pumpkin. Ma had picked it up on a visit to the local garden cafe, and it became a baby. The one fruit cam off, a 5lb beauty.

Now ghost riders are a carving pumpkins, they are not known for their edible qualities. That didn’t stop Ma and pops eating him over two days having curried him.

When Ma had sacrificed him, I asked that she kept the seeds for me. These were washed and dried and popped into my seed stashers. Then, with the help of the Grow your own grapevine forum, some of the seeds were donated to good homes. Some were fellow allotmenteers, as well as school groups.

What you see above, is a beautiful fruit, a product of our Bruno the first. This was grown up north of Blighty, way way up north. Made me feel very warm and fuzzy! Sadly, many other babies succumbed to the poor weather last year. Making the one above a true Titan.

I do have some mystery social science pumpkin seeds. Salvaged from a colleague who had the pumpkin for her tea. I couldn’t tell you what it was called.

Will have to find out!

Seed saving is incredibly important, I am very thankful to those lovely grapes who have donated their seeds to me. Is a message worth passing on

Yours in anticipation,

Horticultural Hobbit

Vamps Vanquised


If ever you need a fluke to make you feel good. This was most certainly it.

The first of many things that I did when obtaining a half plot was plant garlic. It seemed easy to do, and why not? For one l clove you got a fairly decent return. Garlic, shallots and onions were planted, all in the chilling cold, usually as dusk fell after school. And then I left them all to the own devices.

It was quite nice really, to see the crop develop. Thick stalks, all stood sentry. All very straight backed and regally regimental. So it all remained, until late may, june. I had mulched at one stage, and fed as well. I don’t think I fed the alliuems more than once perhaps twice. I really did leave them to their own devices. A fact evidenced by a lot of grass growing in the beds, and the rain had in fact caused the clay to eat some of the shallots-in fact, most of the shallots, to be honest with you.

What you see above, is the crop drying. Was sat in the garage for a number of weeks drying out. The twenty or so cloves, formed twice that many bulbs. A lot of it was given away! There were many positive reports, in that it lasted longer and tasted different.  Good old pops, got fed up with the garlic and onions littering his garage. So decided to tidy things up, and remove the stalks.

He doesn’t even like garlic or onions.

There are many varieties sunk this year. As to whether the clay doesn’t eat them; that remains to be seen.

Yours in anticipation,

Horticultural Hobbit