We've had another sudden hot spell, the last three days have been above 35 degrees. The chickens had already decimated my leafy greens bed (beetroot, carrots, asian greens, turnips). So, feeling really pissed off about it all, I replanted the lot and put some chard and a few other odds and end around the outside of the bed to distract the chickens. Six hours later the temperature had hit 37, all the new plantings were beyond dead and the chickens had got through my anti-chicken defences and laid waste to all that hard work.
Hot and crabby I decided to hide inside and read Jackie French, she always inspires me to keep going and keep trying. But not yesterday.
"March is a time of harvest," she said. Oh really, I thought.
- The sun isn't as fierce - oh yes it is
- The weather is cooling - oh no its not
- Tomatos will be glutting - I have a handful of green cherry tomatos to show for my glut
- Melon's will be ripening - I have about seven melon vines they are all dying of mildew (despite spraying with milk) and so far I have one melon about the size of an egg and two water melons about the size of peas
- Pumpkins - not a one, not a single sodding one, they've all rotted off, well the two that even started anyway
- Summer vegetables will be mature - no they won't they'll all be burnt off by the relentless sodding sun and no sodding rain that's dried out all your raised beds to the point where they can't hold water even if they want too
Today the chickens have been banished to their new (nearly finished) coop. Something has chewed through all the shadecloth I put around the bottom - already, after less than a week. YAY. The leafy green bed has been replanted AGAIN and is covered in wire and booby trapped with hand grenades. Hubs and I have put in my lattice to provide a bit of privacy and grow something up (grape? kiwi? peas?).
I went around the garden and picked things to prove to myself that this is all worthwhile and I can get food out of my garden - and ended up with a small bowl of chilis and a handful of beans. It hasn't helped.
So I retired to the kitchen and made plum sauce, with the leftover plums frozen from spring
And got some sourdough starter started. Which I'm thinking is going to be a very interesting experiment, in breeding new life forms in the kitchen at least.