A Mid-Summer Tidy-Up
One minute you're stood proud over your onion bed like you've just won the lottery, and the next you're wading through a jungle of spent broad bean plants, bolted lettuce, and raspberry canes that have decided they'd rather grow sideways into the path than upwards like a normal, well-behaved plant. That's exactly where we found ourselves this week. Not harvesting. Not sowing. Just tidying. And let me tell you, nobody warns you when you take on an allotment that "tidying up" would turn into a full contact sport. It started with me, actually. I stood at the top of the plot on Saturday afternoon, mug of tea in hand, took one look at the state of it, and said out loud, to nobody in particular, "blimey, it looks like something out of a nature documentary in here." Which, considering my own wife runs a blog called Frugal in Lincolnshire and keeps a far tidier kitchen than I keep a plot, is probably fair comment on my standards rather than anyone else...
