Winter is a dormant time at the allotment. The vibrant hues of summer are long forgotten, seemingly lost forever to wet beds of mud. Even the weeds are sleeping.
I visited today in the aftermath of this week’s gale to check for damage. The newly reskinned polytunnel emerged unscathed but, as expected, the netting protecting our winter greens had to be re-anchored to stave off the attentions of pigeons that can decimate an unprotected crop in hours.
There was nothing to keep me any longer. That’s how it is at this time of year.
A damp sun
With this lull in proceedings it’s a good time to look back at my photos from the past year and remember that nature is going to do it all again this year, however unlikely that might feel right now…
The season starts with seeding. I have learnt that plants really want to grow. You just have to provide favourable conditions to help them along.
Small beginnings
Planting means groundwork, which inevitably means digging and weeding in the cold. Frequent visits from our friendly robin genuinely make the work easier.
A symbiotic relationship
New shoots soon emerge, just in case we doubted they would
Return of the rhubarb
And as the plants wake up do does the wildlife
Pollinators hold the key to everything
There comes a growth spurt during which everything shoots up and the brown turns into green turns into vivid colours
Sunflowers love the sun
This rewarding time in the allotment demands a lot of effort in return. Beds have to be tended, plants regularly watered and pests tackled.
Cheap unbranded lager is perfect for slug traps
As the sun grows in strength the polytunnel becomes a delightful hot house of growth. It’s around this time that our seasonal “housekeeper” Jeremy takes up residence. He is tasked with keeping down the slug and caterpillar population, although I suspect he just drinks the lager.
Jeremy
Everything flowers. The bees are in paradise and the even the most unlikely plant puts on a show. I never knew how attractive a flowering potato could be.
Exotic beauty of the globe artichoke
Amidst the regular plot maintenance there are always construction projects to tackle. The long awaited garden shed edges closer to fruition. Perhaps by next year…
Hiding from other jobs
Forgotten muscles ache to remind you they are still there. Marathon weekend sessions leave their mark upon you.
A rude awakening for these office hands
But there are no regrets. You reap what you sow and harvest time brings rich rewards.
Payback
At the start of every year I convince myself that this year will be less hectic – there will be time to slow down and take everything in. Instead we find ourselves hurriedly throwing late crops into a bed as natures cycle threatens to run away from us.
The things you miss if you don’t take time out
Before we know it the days are beginning to shrink. Autumn brings with it a different selection of crops.
Fractal food
As the leaves begin to fall and the sun sits lower in the sky the allotment takes on a different feel. This a great time to get the camera out and capture the autumn light.
A change of season
The plants you want to grow lose their impetus, yet it seems that the weeds always have one more spurt left in them.
Hanging on in there
The sun sets on a season of plenty and those colours fade away.
A final splash of colour
Autumn heads towards winter and like the morning after a party there is a lot of clearing up to do. Spent crops are cut down and composted. Cane structures are dismantled. Beds are covered for protection over winter.
If you can’t compost it you burn it
Winter crops have been netted off and need minimal maintenance. The polytunnel may have extended the season for a modest range of salad leaves, radishes and carrots but it too eventually succumbs to the gloom and cold.
And here I am in January wading through mud with no bees, shoots or humans in sight. It might not seem like it right now but it’s all going to start again soon.
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