i've been touched by the response to my decision to give up my allotment . Some people have tried to talk me out of it, but almost everyone was very understanding and recognised that . Emma Townshend of the Indie's A Nice Green Leaf blog wrote a lovely post bidding farewell to my allotment days and listing my "best bits", which was wonderful (I'd forgotten about that exploding pumpkin!) I will be keeping up this blog, and I am sure I'll still find plenty of horticultural matters to get my teeth into.
I visited the plot tonight for a brief recce of what needs removing before I hand in my notice and saw the Major for the first time in over a year. He looked the same as ever - a little ratty around the hind quarters, but generally sprightly. I'd assumed he was dead, so it was a welcome sight - just wish I'd had some food on hand to give him.
I should be able to harvest a good crop of garlic, strawberries and currants before I leave the plot for good, but seeing it again only confirmed my decision - there's bindweed starting an insidious romp across the chives and waist-high nettles around the compost bins. As I recognise in my book, allotments aren't for everyone - at this time of year it's several hours' work just to keep the weeds down, let alone grow anything - and right now, I have other things to do. I am sure I shall return to allotmenteering, but for now I am focusing on my garden.
Speaking of which - will you permit me a brief slug rant? I Nemaslugged the whole garden the other week and yet the molluscs - like the zombies in Shaun of the Dead - just keep on coming, laying waste to my oriental saladini and French beans. Someone recommended New Horizon garlic granules the other day, but the downside is your garden stinks of garlic. I must reinstate a formerly semi-successful strategy, which has the other benefit of being free - grapefruit halves (the flesh already eaten) placed on the soil, cut side down. The slugs love them and crawl inside overnight. In the morning you can either chuck the fruit and the slugs away, or squish the slugs and put the fruit back for another crop the next night.
In the meantime, anyone tried the rather amusingly titled Slug Buggers? I can't quite believe there's a gardener out there who doesn't wish death on slugs, but perhaps I am wrong.