The new plot!

Man Vs Weeds

 
I don't know if I have the words for this post. Well, I have the words, plenty of them - excitement, sadness, joy, anticipation, hard work, monster silverbeet, sweat, weeds, squashed snails, sunscreen, weeds, transformation, weeds, letting go, weeds, compost, mud, sun, digging, mountains of pea straw, Ceres seedlings, tomatoes, bricks, planning, planting, unearthing, rhubarb, tomatillos, little lettuce, dreaming, something new -  I'm just not sure I can put them together into a sensible post. Such a complicated mix of happenings and feelings and diggings and plantings. But. Well. Basically, it kinda goes like this.

My true love and I have been hoping to give up our small plots and combine our holdings into a single, large plot.  This nearly happened earlier in the year, but didn't. We chickened out for a variety of reasons, most of them valid. The person who took the large plot instead of us never really got going and the space slowly but surely became a wild and weedy jungle and a haven for thousands of happy snails.

In the meantime, Sean and I waited, hoped, and, well, plotted, putting off our summer plantings until we finally got the go ahead. Last weekend, in two long and tiring days, making the most of daylight savings, we transformed a forest of chest high weeds into....our new plot. 

It's enormously exciting but of course, there's a sadness in saying goodbye to our old plots. So much work and love gone into their soil, it's hard to let go. It's only been a couple of years but I have so many happy, leafy memories. Some of them I've put down here, some will fade into the fog of seasons past. And that's ok. A new era has begun. Check it out..

Compost mountain. Two barrow loads of this gorgeous stuff from my compost bin at home.

 

 

Rock and roll gardener!

Baby cukes. Three have gone to the snails already. Bah!

Tomatoes. Late but better than never. Fingers crossed.