I haven’t done a post in such a long time .. does it matter? Well not really I guess.
The question is, are you good people still out there waiting for more news from Frog Pond Farm?
Autumn has abruptly become winter .. it’s funny how one season disappears into another. Swallowed up. Nature is good at doing that isn’t it?
I planted my garlic a few weeks back. I know, I know I said I wouldn’t plant it this year especially after rust devastated my crop last year .. in fact, it still makes my eyes moist thinking about it. Anyway, truth is, I couldn’t help myself, I’m a gardener and I love home grown garlic. So yours truly prepped a bed with loads of organic matter, composted horse poo and seaweed pellets then lovingly poked about 50 Kakanui and Southern softneck garlic (two heirloom varieties) into the dirt. Green shafts have shoved aside the soil already and are skyward bound. Perfect, so far so good.
We have fennel, lettuces and beetroot that are ready to eat. I have an array of herbs that are doing famously including coriander which is notorious at bolting. There is basil that is basically dead, sage which absolutely isn’t, brassicas sharing their space with pesky nasturtium and a lupin cover crop that is slowly but surely growing.
You won’t be surprised to hear that the fruit tree pruning at Frog Pond hasn’t been completed. I still haven’t touched the casimiroa or fig trees, there are feijoas in dire need of a haircut as they have been planted way to close to a lemon tree and are smothering it (I wonder who did that Andrew B?), and a couple of peach trees that have been missed completely. Oh dear they are so unruly.
I need some sunny days with a light breeze and I’ll be out with my sterilised secateurs, I shall be wearing my gloves and a smile .. pruning is a favourite pastime.
Sorry I’m devoid of garden shots, but I have loads of our local beach – funny about that!