Monday, April 6


Easter—ideally Good Friday—is traditionally the time to plant potatoes. This tradition is rooted in folklore, with the belief that planting at Easter brings good luck and a strong harvest. After all, Easter symbolises new life, making it the perfect moment to start thinking about a new growing season.

We had intended to follow tradition and get at least some potatoes in the ground over the holiday.

A Windy Good Friday

Good Friday, however, had other plans. Working at the allotment was far from pleasant—the wind was relentless, and a nearby polytunnel seemed destined to follow Artemis into space. It looked unlikely that any of our potatoes would make it underground over Easter.




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Monday, March 30

Allotment to armchair: A week of garden planning

The wind stung, the sun teased, and coats were very much back on. Last week was all about preparing, plotting, and planning — sometimes on the allotment, with hands and knees in the soil, and sometimes from the comfort of my sofa, letting ideas take root before they ever reached the garden.

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Monday, March 23

Rhubarb, sunshine and a busy week

Last week gave us a glimpse of what we hope is to come. For a couple of days, the sun shone and we even ventured out without coats.

Now, whether you prefer the meteorological or astronomical definition of spring is entirely up to you — but there could now be no argument — last Friday marked the beginning of astronomical spring. It is now, officially, spring.

By midweek, the sunshine had real warmth in it, enough to discard coats on our walks.



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