unstructured gap-filling, part 1

Not, in fact, the filling of unstructured gaps but simply a lame title for a session of dreary, factual ramblings that attempt to illuminate the unlit period between mid-August and now. First: the allotment.

On Wednesday, I worked at home and harvested the maincrop spuds. I cut the haulms at dawn, did an long hour of digging with Neve at lunchtime (Isa was out in town at a Boden sale), and then went back to finish off before dinner. Got a good crop of Pink Fir Apple — all a good size and little evidence of pests — and a smaller and slightly wormier crop of Rooster; I’d say about 30 per cent of the Roosters had holes in. It was interesting to see that the plants growing in the bed I’d double-dug and then dug-in the chicken manure produced much larger spuds (and larger, greener plants) than the single-dug, top-dressed bed.

Next year, I should try and get the spuds in earlier.

The days are cooler now, and the light shorter. When I get up at 5:30, it’s still dark. I went to the allotment this morning at 5:55 and it was just light enough to tell which tomatoes were ripe enough to pick. I think that within a week the pre-work allotment trips will be over until spring.

The courgettes and cucumbers are done; I may get a final crop of courgettes but the fruit is currently tiny and growing slowly. Although we did get quite a few of the Crystal Lemon, it was never really enough to say they “worked”. I think next year, I should start them earlier and grow them in the greenhouse. And should do some other type as well.

The Mavras pepper in the greenhouse has a couple of fruit on it; I suspect that’s all we’ll get — next year, need to start the peppers much, much earlier. And grow them in the greenhouse borders.

The tomatoes have done very well outside, in terms of weight of fruit; those in the greenhouse have fared much worse. Again, need to start earlier next year — they are only just starting to go red now and I’ll have to pick many green. The F1 Incas are impressive: meaty and tasty — I’ll go for those next year.

The French beans finished over a week ago; and the Borlotti plants have withered; the pods are drying on the plants. Fennel is looking good but not sure when it’ll be ready to harvest. Kale is thriving; much of a good size and ready to eat. The spinach ad beets, and the emerging and various brassicas all look OK, though much weeding is required. I look in vain for signs of the spring onion…

Now I need to dig over the potato beds and sow the Hungarian Grazing Rye.

for Julia

This is the poem that Lin will read at Julia’s memorial service today. She died on the 30th of August.

Words For It

by Julia Cameron

I wish I could take language
And fold it like cool, moist rags.
I would lay words on your forehead.
I would wrap words on your wrists.
“There, there,” my words would say–
Or something better.
I would ask them to murmur,
“Hush” and “Shh, shhh, it’s all right.”
I would ask them to hold you all night.
I wish I could take language
And daub and soothe and cool
Where fever blisters and burns,
Where fever turns yourself against you.
I wish I could take language
And heal the words that were the wounds
You have no names for.