According to my dusty grow your own vegetables diary which sits in amongst all the other snippets of wisdom on my bookshelf I should be planting broccoli and onions in my vegetable patch soon. And should my vegetable patch, which was once lovingly referred to as my allotment, not resememble a minute wildlife sanctuary that is exactly what I would be doing at the end of the month.
Once a keen gardener, with high hopes of living the good life, Tom and Barbara style, it’s now become an embarrasing corner of my terrace garden. But I haven’t completely thrown in the towel, far from it in fact. I have big plans to reclaim my raised beds and step back into the grow your own fruit and vegetables lifestyle and this time the toddler will be joining me.
Just knowing exactly where our food has come from, that no pesticides have been sprayed and that they are their absolute freshest they could possibly be is the main appeal. And it’ll be a fab way of teaching my little knowledge sponge all about where food comes from (he is in for such a shock when he realises theirs life beyond Waitrose, although neither of us are ready to completely give up our free coffee and cake just yet.
So watch this space as once I’ve assured myself that there isn’t a family of adders festering under all the overgrown potatoes; It’s on with my wellies and out with the gloves!