The girls and I have been out in the veggie patch continuing our battle against the sea of weeds.
Four years ago where our veggie patch is now was a mass of overgrown raspberry canes, various other out of control weeds and a few currant bushes. Now its 6 vegetable beds which are mostly under control. Or at least only under control if I wage a continuous war on the weeds.
Year by year by year we are gradually getting there. But it does feel like an uphill battle.
Each year we’ve claimed back a bit of ground from nature and each year nature battles to get it back.
The potatoes are in and starting to sprout through (!) in the newest bed – hopefully doing their business breaking everything up. This will be the bed where I discovered the paving slabs down about 8 inches – can’t say I’m convinced I have them all out.
And even better the asparagus bed is doing ok – some of the plants seem to have survived the winter and the unwanted attentions of the chickens and are sprouting away. I am trying really, really, really hard to not give in and try some – only another year to go before we’re allowed to eat some of it.
So another year on and another set of wheelbarrows of weeds chucked onto the compost heap.
What does it take to get Mother Nature to give up?
Only trouble is that I’m so shattered I’m going to be able to do no more than collapse on the sofa for the evening.