It’s a satisfying time of year to be outdoors, clearing away a season’s-worth of overgrown undergrowth whilst it’s still mild enough to work unencumbered by eight layers of clothing. Also the colours, of course. Ah, the colours:-
Many times before, I’ve mentioned this village’s long cherry-growing heritage, and now the few remaining cherry orchards are in their autumn livery.
I’d been feeling guilty about ‘growing’ yarn vegetables in the garden of my big-crochet-house-project whilst failing to make any headway with my real allotment, especially as I know that my long-suffering allotment-mate sometimes reads here. The latest additions are some onions and lettuces that I worked in the pub on Knit Night. (Again, the rival knitting group was there, too. Again, they were far too friendly and nice for me to be able to come away with any amusing bloggable anecdotes of yarny rivalry. Grrr.):-
But now that the novel-writing MPhil is submitted, the twinnage are a’school, the yucky IVF drugs are out of my system, and I’ve got more energy thanks to running four times per week, (gosh this sentence is getting long – does anyone know when it might end?) I’m ready to tackle the allotment. And the garden. And even the damp, rickety portions of our house. The twinnage love coming up to the allotment. Sometimes they ‘help’ (I use that word very loosely) to dig, and sometimes they like to discover things, like the vibrant colours of the seeds in the last few runner beans that we left on the plants:-
They like it when we come across the occasional frog. And grasshopper. And red kites shrieking in the sky above our heads, hoping we’ll drop dead and become carrion, no doubt. And the amazing network of mouse tunnels under the carpet we’d used to cover the bare earth. Also, the pretty rosehips:-
It must be cool to be five, because everything’s still kinda new… although I hope that the twinnage never lose that sense of wonder, even when they’re ninety-five.
Anyway, some proper progress has been made. Vegetable beds have been dug over and weeded, with phacelia planted as a ‘green manure‘. (100% of the credit for that knowledge and idea goes to my allotment-mate.) Grass has been trimmed back to a level where TV crews are no longer interested in using it to make a documentary about exploring the last frontiers of the world’s natural wilderness. And onions and over-wintering broad beans have been planted. Dinner will be ready in a few months’ time, OK? Maybe have a snack whilst you wait.
I love the allotment, but it’s slightly intimidating when you see neighbouring plots cultivated to within an inch of their lives, with twenty different crops grown in regimented alphabetic order in perfect raised beds. I think the neighbourhood pests (slugs, rabbits, insects, children) take one look at those scarily perfect plots and come and munch our produce instead. Maybe I should take a couple of allotmenty photos for you next time?
Back home, I’m starting to properly tackle the garden at last. The Stoic Spouse has been keeping it trimmed and weeded, but really, it could be so much prettier out there. Look at the beautiful warty toad I accidentally disturbed whilst weeding! Sorry mate, hope you managed to get back to hibernating.
So most things are trundling along OK. Yes there’s the going to work and the laundry and all the things that have to be done, but also there’s time with the children, and baking, digging, planting, cooking, planning, running, and clearing out. And in the evenings, there’s a log fire, reading, knitting/crochet, and blogging. And if this paragraph sounds unbearably smug and twee, do please feel free to pop round and wallop me about the head with the wet haddock of reality. Also, do remind me of my cloying smugness when I’m next whinging about sitting in a traffic jam on the motorway nursing a head-cold and stressing about being late for some tedious appointment or other. Thank you.
Finally, just in case you’ve noticed that there’s not much knitting or crochet in this post, here’s proof that it’s possible to knit whilst bouncing on a trampoline at a local park with the twinnage. Sort of.
‘Til next time, adios and good knitting/hooking.
Noémie says
November 4, 2015 at 11:29 amI know exactly how you feel about the allotment, I’m exactly the same… Although I admire your courage, because I’m too ashamed to go back there, and walk through miles of perfectly kept patches to reach mine which looks no doubt, like the rain forest by now. So much that it must be protected by the UNESCO by now and I would be jailed if if was to cut anything back… Well that’s what I tell myself anyway….
The Twisted Yarn says
November 4, 2015 at 11:55 amJust think what good you’re doing for the environment, though, by preserving this unsullied wilderness! You should be given an award! 😉
yanniesaurus says
November 4, 2015 at 12:11 pmThat’s what gardening is about! it doesn’t matter how long you leave it – it’s always there when you come back. I just wanna say I LOVE your yarn veggies! That is the cutest thing I have seen in forever. I want a scarf lined with them! Grow with love and laughter! xx Yannie from shenani garden
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atelieroursonne says
November 4, 2015 at 2:03 pmI am almost shocked how you can not see the solution to your two main problems (apart from the smugness, that is obviously only a problem for the jealous reader 🙂 ) – I am talking about the slightly less perfect allotment and no knitting/crochet in your post btw:
Just knit and crochet bigger sized vegetables and put it in your allotment. Neighbours will be impressed, snails much less, readers will be satisfied and you will have sooooo much less work with the allotment. Everybody will be happy. Problem solved! You are welcome 🙂
nicolaknits says
November 4, 2015 at 3:38 pmThank you again for a humorous update, but I have to say you really are living dangerously, trampolining with needles. Like those people who knit or crochet while running a marathon, maybe you are in training for the Guinness Book of Records trampo-knitting award.
Jenny - thegeekyknit (@riley_jl) says
November 4, 2015 at 4:00 pmbeautiful post 🙂 I’m failing to tackle my garden at the moment and frequently give up in favour of knitting – sounds like you did a lot on the allotment though and I wish I have the enquiring minds of the twins too! sounds awesome! jenny xx
narf77 says
November 4, 2015 at 8:01 pmSounds like a full, and most wonderful life you have there Ms Twisted. By the way, I can honestly say, having hit a most sterling middle age, I am rapidly approaching 5 year old wonder all over again. Not sure why, just enjoying every minute of it. Are those cabbages and onions any closer to “harvest” by the way? Would love to see more photos of the garden and the allotment. Is it just me, or have we all gone so mad with the need to compete with each other and “WIN!” at all costs that we have lost the fun of the process and don’t notice all of the wonderful things that cohabit together in order to make up a day? Seems that way with food and allotments and “everything” these days. I am opting out forthwith and fully intend to plod along for the rest of my days.
djdfr says
November 4, 2015 at 8:53 pmYes, the amazing colour of runner bean seeds.
lundygirl says
November 4, 2015 at 10:04 pmWhen I go to my allotment I always look at the plots that aren’t as good as mine with appalling smugness (and there are a couple). I can then admire the perfectly kept plots knowing that I am not as good as them but not as bad as some others. I should be ashamed of myself.
arlingwoman says
November 4, 2015 at 10:54 pmNever apologize for happiness or an ability to be grateful! Are those knitted parsnips????? I love the veggies and I love the toad.
Born To Organize says
November 22, 2015 at 6:50 pmI’m in love with your crochet garden. It’s just the most delightful thing on so many levels. Its
Born To Organize says
November 22, 2015 at 6:54 pm…as I was saying before my kitty walked across the keyboard…it’s whimsical, original, clever, creative and beautifully crafted.
I’m glad you’re feeling better with the twins in school and the meds out of your system. And you’re running four days a week, too! Impressive all the way around.
Gorgeous photos all around. I love your skirt!