”Where’s the weed killer?” might be the first thought of a newcomer to a plot like ours but I’m rather fond of the poppies that seed themselves across the allotment each year. I found it very cheering today to see them gently blowing in the wind and know that whatever happens (or doesn’t) on our patch this year, the poppies will be back next year to herald a new growing season. They’re actually doing a lovely job of stopping other weeds taking hold and providing ample ground cover to keep the soil moister than it would be if I was on top of my weeding. So for now they can stay and when I have something ready to plant they have shallow roots making them a breeze to pull up.
Some say ‘A weed is a plant growing in the wrong place’ but I say a plant growing in an unexpected place is a delightful surprise. Like these sweet peas that have sprung up at the base of the hawthorn tree George cut down last month. They’re being choked by nettles and grass but even if I could reach them there’s no way this particular ‘weed’ would be pulled out!
Entry filed under: allotment tales.