PlotDaze

An inner city allotment


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September 2022

Hello, we hope you’re doing well. September is usually one of our favourite months. The harvest festival season, where everything on the plot slowly begins to decay, the colours change and spent plants are lifted exposing the soil.

Before we cut and lift the dahlias tubers we always make lots of bouquets, and we’ve begun drying some of them off after seeing a fellow gardener do this on Gardener’s World. She uses the dried flowers in wreaths and arrangements, hopefully we can do the same.

The poly- tunnel was also cleared out over the last few days. The Green Envy tomato was a success this year and even though we did a bit of a chop on Barbara ( Vine ) in the middle of the growing season, she still produced a lot of tasty grapes. Cheers Barb!

The peppers have all been harvested in the greenhouse. The Sweety Drops were very easy to grow and pickle after ward. We just wish there had been more of them! We’re going to try and save the plants for next year. They suffered briefly from greenfly, but it did not affect the fruit or leaf drop. A garlic spray helped. We would definitely grow them again.

The sweetcorn has been dug up, the soil is lovely btw, most of the brassica has been lifted and stored except for the red cabbage -which are huge – and the beans have all been picked and the canes dismantled. Autumn is truly here. We’ve saved a lot of the beans – Greek Gigantes and Borlotti – to dry out for the winter store cupboard. Not a bad haul this year.

Some very sad news this month. My brother and a best friend to Plotdaze passed away this month. We’re devastated. Anyway I searched for some pictures of him in the garden, but could only find some really old ones from waaaaay back. It was winter – obviously – and this is our mam’s garden. It was huge! With the flats at the back, when it snowed she would joke we were in Switzerland! Remember when we used to have snow like this in England? Anyway, he would help her clear it, and make a snowman for me at the same time.

The allotment has been an absolute saviour. Plants don’t care if you cry on them. Sorry to end on such a sad note. Take care everyone.