I've been so busy compiling my sketchbook about the
garden that the garden itself has become unkempt and overgrown during
the last two months - living up to the title I've chosen for my
new book Rough Patch. Luckily, when I left it to itself,
it had got to the stage where crops were growing quite happily of
their own accord.
It's now time to harvest the onions, the rest of the excellent
Kestrel potatoes and any beans that might be left.
We don't operate a full rotation in our garden, as we rarely plant
anything in the cabbage family, even so, when it gets to the spring,
we can never quite remember what we planted where. I've drawn this
diagram in the back of my current sketchbook.
I had to get my book ready for a deadline, the first
of which was two weeks ago, and Barbara and I have put in some late
nights recently finishing things off. We were up until 3 a.m. a
couple of nights last week, something I've rarely had to do when
working on my books. I'm delighted that it's all finished but I've
missed gardening, walking and time drawing in the meantime.
And I've missed writing this diary.
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