As I mentioned in the last post, my garden is in a state of flux. We’ve just moved from an 8th floor apartment, and now have a ground level garden. All the pots and troughs from the roof terrace remain dotted around because, well, the company building our home haven’t finished quite yet.
Internally this means finishing touches like doors and lights. Externally this means grass. At the moment our garden is just one-bit patch of bare mud, and we have no idea how long it’ll be like this.
It wasn’t really in the plan, so I had already started planting seeds to transplant into the ground once we’d moved. That’s all well and good, but as we don’t know when we are getting grass and more importantly how that’s going to happen, I haven’t been able to plan accordingly. These plants have been stilted and started to die off. I know, first world problems, but still, I hate to see good plants go to waste, especially when they will grow into food one day.
So that said, I finally relented. As workmen are still coming and going, I made a little cordoned off area and planted my Painted Mountain Corn. I also put some courgettes (yellow and round varieties) into the ground, and will plant out some tomatoes once the plants are a little further along.
From tiny acorns grow great oaks. And it feels like that now. One day this little plot will be the main source of my sustenance… but for now, it’s a humble little area home to a few happy plants.