Most of the week was spent judging Blaenau Gwent in Bloom. A fabulous honour and lovely to meet so many enthusiastic and clever gardeners but not an easy task, I can assure you. I saw all sorts of wonderful planting schemes and landscaped gardens as well as incredible veg patches and allotments and it is really encouraging to see so many people getting so much pleasure (and produce) from their plots – no matter what their size or location. The paradox was that most of these green fingered gurus claimed “I am not a gardener, I just enjoy being in the garden.”
I believe that when you work in the garden then you are gardening, and I think that’s good enough to qualify you as a gardener, even if it is just for the time you are actually gardening! And anyway, I really don’t think titles or ‘labels’ are anywhere as near as important as the pleasure that these ‘gardeners’ are giving and receiving. Thank you all for the pleasure you gave me last week.
My own veg is being harvested at a rate of knots now as are several of the flowers that I planted in between, with nasturtium and little marigold flowers (Tagetes signata) add a bit of spice to salads. I’m finding great recipes for cauliflower in an attempt to utilise them all and will probably have to pickle some of the beetroot. I have found it ‘challenging’ to remember to sow new crops in the spaces released by harvesting but it’s important to do so to keep the crops coming and avoid ‘empty bed syndrome’.
We have an amazing display of self seeded Evening Primroses and poppies in the bed in front of the cottage. I worked my socks off through the winter, clearing the bed and then filling it with plants from my brother’s garden, whereas these beautiful, elegant, yellow flowers have all simply seeded themselves. Nature’s way of reminding me who’s in charge, for sure.
Taken from Lynne Allbutt's 'Green Scene' for the Western Mail (Media Wales) 25 July 09






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