It might be November but on bright days the garden maintains a distinctly summery tempo. The dahlias continue to throw out dazzling blooms and therewill be salad for lunch with pickled beetroot.
fitting for November alas, we have bleak days when mist hangs in the air and
virtually obliterates the vegetable patch. Out of sight out of mind, I
have to make a positive mental note to gather dinner before darkness.
weekend I pulled up the old beanpoles and prepared the ground for
planting garlic. Nothing complicated... just the painstaking removal of a barrow load of
buttercups. The ground was well composted in the spring and if my garlic
cloves are lucky I’ll remember to add some lime and wood ash.
As a bonus for my efforts, there were a few wizened pods clinging to the beanpoles, from which I rescued perfectly nourishing beans. They’re now squirreled away in the larder for the increasingly frequent days when a hearty soup is really more appropriate than a summer salad.
And what’s more the larder shelf is comfortingly shielded from the elements!