It’s apple blossom season, one of my favourite times of year. If you are reading this on a warm sunny afternoon and you have a blossoming tree outside then stop reading immediately and go outside to look at the tree.
I was saddened to see, in the catalogue of horticultural supplies I use, that you could buy a device to put in the eaves of your house that stops the house martins nesting. I was trying to imagine what soulless people want to deprive themselves of the sight of these beautiful birds, not to mention the free supply of nitrogen rich fertiliser.
Carrots are fussy and they need a deep, fertile soil to do well. Ideally, the soil should be in decent nick up to a spades depth. That means they are one of the only parts of the garden where I do a good bit of work on the soil prior to sowing.
Some gardening books even recommend removing the flowers of strawberry plants in the first year. This all seems to belong to the Victorian school of gardening, tie them down, discipline them and show them who’s boss – this might suit a certain type of gardener but wouldn’t be my idea of fun.