Ah, dammit - the last cucumber has gone mouldy. Harvested from the polytunnel in mid-November, I was really hoping I could get the last one to hang on until Christmas day because it would have made a lovely claim in an article - but never mind. I could have got it to last a little longer if I'd wrapped it, but frankly refrigerated storage feels like enough of a cheat to me. 'Early December' it stays.
The garden really is a sorry, soggy sight at the moment. This summer I have spent less time on my plot than ever before, and it really, really shows. Partly this has been down to a combination of laziness and the horrible 2008 weather, but mostly it's just been a symptom of having too much on my plate. Regardless, it's time to get a grip on things again. There's a tricky little hump in effort required when your plot gets out of control – I mean, where do you start?
In my case, I've started the easy way – with a truly terrifying list. The urgent jobs alone will take me four full days, and catching up with where I should be will take about another five. Time to call in some help, I think, or I won't manage to get any infrastructure work done this year. I wonder where the LETS membership list is?
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
The Last Cucumber
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I'm available as slave labour 27th, 28th, 29th
Sweetie, whenever I look out my kitchen window, my heart sinks. I have been too ill since Nov '07 to do a damn thing outside, and - man! - it shows. Lots of work for me to do this year!
FBIS: Slave labour, you say? Sounds good!
Carol: There's only one solution, honey - whitewash. Done inside the window it doesn't come off in rain, and the garden will never bother you again. Promise.
I tend to start with a glass of wine in the summer or brandy in the colder months. :)
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