Onions, Yellow Beans, and a Dahlia or Two
We had a proper good morning up the plot today. The sun was out, the soil was warm, and for once nobody was arguing about whose turn it was to fetch the wheelbarrow. Sam and Iris were down bright and early — well, "bright and early" for Sam means somewhere around half eight with a face like he's been personally wronged by the alarm clock, but Iris was practically skipping. She had one job on her mind: pulling the onions. The Onions Have Landed Now, these onions have been a long time coming. I started them from seed right back in September last year — tiny little green threads in a tray on the greenhouse bench, the kind of thing that makes you wonder why you're bothering, because they look about as promising as a bit of grass cuttings. But that's the thing with over-wintered onions. You plant the seed in autumn, you basically ignore them all winter while they sit there doing whatever it is onions do when nobody's watching, and then come summer they reward y...
