We’ve been getting some wonderfully colourful harvests from the plot recently.
We’ve even started picking some of the mini squash – ‘Jack Be Little’ and ‘ ‘Little Gem Rolet’.
Our plot is productive and pretty weed free – its even pretty, with sweet peas and sunflowers being enjoyed by everyone, not just us. And yes, I’ve had plenty to do with that, in the planning, the sowing of seed, the planting out. Earlier on in the year, in lots, and lots, of digging. But the (virtually) unsung hero of all my gardening exploits this year is TNG – The Non Gardener. I call him that for a good reason, he has little interest in gardening. He is not thrilled at the sight of new seedlings – particularly not if they are weed seedlings. He doesn’t dream about flowers – although he is a big fan of the Rudbekias we are growing this year. There again, who wouldn’t be!
Here’s my dirty little secret – I couldn’t do any of it without him. He is up at the plot most fine days weeding, even though he is ill with CFS too and it hurts to weed. He’s not doing it because he has anything vested in the plot looking good, or because he is worried we will get a polite “nudge” from the committee asking us to clean up our act. He does it for me, because he knows I can’t. Without him, the plot would probably look a lot like the one behind us, which looks like this:
Its not just up at the allotment. He waters the tomatoes every morning, and feeds them regularly, so that I can stay in bed and not worry about it, because that’s what I need to do most days at the moment. Yes I chose them, and sowed them, and pricked them out and potted them on. But he is the reason we have ripening ‘Marmande’, which are delicious sliced on toast with a drizzle of balsamic vinegar and a little salt.
He is why ‘Gardener’s Delight’ is delighting us in the greenhouse.
Thanks to his care, we also have flourishing ‘Gold Nuggett’ and ‘Olivade’.
It doesn’t stop there. My lousy health and need to keep plugging away at a little work mean that our small garden is littered with detritus that I haven’t had the energy to clear up.
We’ve got visitors coming this week, including our two small nephews. Piles of plant pots that need emptying are taking up valuable room, not to mention creating all manner of disasters waiting to happen once two small boys are cannoning around out there.
And TNG will rescue me and cheerfully clear up my mess, do the shredding, move pots in front of the pond so that I don’t have to haul my youngest nephew out of it again. For me, because he loves me. So this is an unashamed plug for my personal hero, who makes it possible for me to still garden despite my lousy health by doing all the unglamorous bits that make it all work.