Monday, 11 March 2013
Waiting for spring down the plot.
Bloody hell! Will this winter never end? Lulled into a false sense of optimism by last week's couple of warm dry days I set to and sowed a row of parsnips. This vegetable has a dodgy germination rate at the best of times and I doubt if much good will come of my labours in spite of sowing the seed under glass. When spring does arrive it will all be a mad rush and all any allotmenteer can do is make sure that the preparatory work is well in hand so as the days lengthen and the soil warms up we can hit the ground running. In the meantime best settle down on the sofa with a large slug of sloe gin. Nature won't be rushed.