Today I’m over on the Like For Ever blog sharing a layout for their Sketch Sunday series.
Today I’m sharing five of my favourite books about growing your own vegetables, whether it’s in a window box or a raised bed in the garden, and cooking what you’ve grown.
Each of the books below I’ve read from cover to cover and back again. They’re dog-eared and have hastily scribbled notes in the margins. They are the cream of the crop (pardon the pun!) of veggie books.
Bubs is never happier than when she’s doing her own thing, her own way. She finds excitement and joy in even the most mundane of tasks – asking to brush her teeth a dozen times a day because it’s So. Much. Fun! And then there’s the non-stop stream of consciousness. She is never ever quiet. Or still.
There’s been a lot of hustle and bustle over at Plot 15. What little veg we’d managed to overwinter on the allotment has been harvested and the plot has been cleared to make way for new growth.
Our planting regime is based around a four bed rotation system, whereby we don’t grow the same crops in the same beds year on year but rather cycle them clockwise around our four main beds. For example the ground where we grew onions last year will this year play host to brassicas.
This year I’m going to try out the Three Sisters technique with my sweetcorn, french beans and squashes. The idea is that the sweetcorn will provide support for the beans, the beans will boost the nitrogen in the soil which will feed the sweetcorn and the squashes will act as a mulch to help to retain moisture and suppress weeds.
I’ve drawn up a plan of sorts but Mother Nature is boss so the plan is subject to change depending upon what she decides to throw at us.
Back in March I shared some of my favourite shots taken with my Canon T70. I think it’s fair to say that my obsession with film photography shows no signs of dimming. With my DSLR I critique every shot, tweaking the settings in a never-ending search for perfection. Whereas with my SLR I already know the shots aren’t going to be technically perfect, partly because it’s manual focus and my eyesight isn’t great and partly because both the camera and lens are over 30 years old. I just happily snap away and hope for the best.
After my recent ill-health and my dalliance with the Grim Reaper I have been left with an overwhelming desire to finish things. Catching up on the Stephanie Plum series of books that I’ve been reading for years but stalled around book seventeen (I’m now on book nineteen out of twenty-three!), or binge watching the box set of Poirot that I’ve been working my way through for the past year, but most of all my craft projects. I’m sure Freud or some other clever bod would be able to posit a psychological reason for this desire but for me it all boils down to not wanting my family to have to decide what to do with all of my half-finished knitting and crochet projects when I’m gone. The scrapbooking bits could easily be donated to Bubs’ preschool and my mother-in-law would be able to make use of my sizeable stash of yarn and fabric but the works in progress would be a little trickier to bequeath.
So, although I’m not planning on shuffling off this mortal coil any time soon, I’ve been knitting and crocheting like a little demon in a bid to finish what I’ve started.