It’s really hard to feel motivated about gardening at this time of year. Even the sun winking enticingly at me this week hasn’t been enough to encourage the pulling on of wellies. Our first sprinkling of snow yesterday would have been reason enough to stay at home; to a sane person anyway. To a shame faced allotment dodger it was a chance to assess how much longer to resist the urge to hibernate indoors!
Earlier in the month I had managed to complete a couple of ‘November‘ jobs. My broad beans, marked by the bamboo canes, are safely tucked away underground, as are most of my spring bulbs. I say mostly because these irises, planted to create a colourful border along the side of the shed were duped by the late autumn sunshine and think Spring is on it’s way already!
I transferred my currant bushes to a less shaded spot on the plot and added some cuttings from Henri’s redcurrants and gooseberries. He advised pushing the cuttings a good hands length into the ground to be ensure firm rooting and support and allowing 1.5 feet between them. As you can see my cuttings are closer together and I will thin them out next year once I have more soil prepared and they are less twig and more bush.
There’s not much to harvest at the moment. We’ve been eating some late sown Beetroot and have plenty of Jerusalem Artichokes to lift intermittently over the winter. My Spinach has gone limp and soggy but the Radicchio was looking rather fine in spite of it’s snowy dusting. My neighbour Robin ties his up to blanch the heart (like forcing rhubarb) so I thought I’d try the same having not grown it before. Not an easy task on a day as cold as yesterday and with plants half the size (which is why for your viewing pleasure this is a picture of Robin’s Radicchio and not mine!)
I harvested the last of the brocolli before leaving the plot. All that remains are the Brussell Sprouts which are plumping up nicely for our Christmas Day meal.
Brussel Sprouts snapped a few weeks ago as you probably guessed!
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