Planting The Beds

A few days ago before the blustery winds, weighing down the old and new coop (because those weather gods hate us), we showed you what was going in this 15ft x 18ft bed but never one to shy away from the big reveal we wanted to show you how it was looking.

Planting the beds

After a bit of evening planting you can see that the chard is in, nestling between bean poles and cabbages. There's a reason for this, when the beans are up and they are romping for the top, they will provide some shade for the chard. This will stop them from bolting. We also have to the left of this, between chard and spuds, a small patch of dwarf beans and lettuces though the beans look rather sorry after all that wind.

Those winds are causing mayhem with our new plantings

We have been trying to use the old tyres in the garden as a windbreak but may need to invest or make a woven once soon just to keep the worst of the south winds of our new plants.

Time to invest in some woven hurdles or learn how to make them

Not one to sit back our eyes have turned to our no dig bed at the top of the plot. This bed is the oldest of all our beds, it was the first one ever to be cultivated. It was the year we grew great potatoes and even better rosebay willow herb, the first of many weeds to surface in the garden and one we have largely eradicated bar a small patch by the back of the house lurking under building stone for the retaining wall work to come.

No dig gardening

This plot has more compost, manure and mulch thrown at it than a composting loo. It's not been dug in years and the worm activity testifies to this. Even weeding it nowadays means a once over with a hoe and a rake and then it's ready for planting. The rest of the chard is being placed in this bed along with our onions...yes, we're trying again. For those of you who are unaware of our onion woes look at such blog posts as Our Onions Failed, Again, or the scintillating and titillating, What Is It With Onions And Us?, and the hopeful but deluded, Harvesting the Onions. Each one is a descent into madness and mayhem, and it may account for why when Andrew saw Stuttgarter onion sets on sale, Little D and I ran screaming from the shop. At least, even in crop failures, we can find some hope in pickling the awkward buggers.

Planting bloody onions again

So, that's one and half beds planted with further plans for cosmos in this bed and kale in another, and whispers of leeks and dwarf sunflowers, and the faint whiff of sweet peas that no one likes but Andrew. He's also got his eye on another patch for real peas or beans.


  1. My spuds are mostly growing in huge tyres and are coming on a real treat.