Red Onions, a Tired Sweetcorn Patch, and Room to Think
Wednesday morning, same as it ever is. Up early, kettle on before my eyes had properly agreed to open, and out the door while the house was still doing that lovely early-morning hush that never lasts much past half seven once everyone else surfaces. Sam was off to work today, poor lad, which meant it was just me and Iris heading up to the plots, and I'll be honest, there's a particular kind of peace to a two-person morning that a three-person one doesn't quite manage. Nobody arguing over who's carrying the trug. Nobody "just popping to check something" and vanishing for twenty minutes. Just me, Iris, and whatever the allotment decided to throw at us today. Onions, Shallots, and a Girl Who Knows What She's Doing First job of the morning was lifting the red onions and red shallots, they have been ready a while. we were just letting them dry where they were. For anyone new to growing your own, the tell-tale sign an onion or shallot is ready to lift is t...
