I just love a good pun, especially a good, accidental pun. Which this one is, believe it or not.
I have been charged by Mr Baker with the task of attempting to document our annual efforts at semi-self-sufficiency (bit of a mouthful, I know, but ever such a delicious one.) This then is the first installment in what I have affectionately termed “Dig for Victory 2015”. Our plot is in fact post-war by about a decade, and it may indeed be only a small victory, but if young mouths consume peas, beans, lettuce, beetroot, broccoli and garlic (and that is by no means an exhaustive list) because of it, then a victory it is!
It’s late February, the time of year when perched precariously on every window ledge can be found one or several trays loaded with soil and seeds and bunged into an oversized sandwich bag. This is the time of year I can, with great glee, postpone the rigorous dusting of said window ledges (a-hem). Once the seedlings have grown and flown I will have soil and mould galore to deal with, but it is worth it, and by far the easier job than the gruelling potting sessions that await my dear husband down in the glasshouse. (I like to refer to it as the glasshouse. It sounds ever so much more grand than the old greenhouse with broken windows.)
So here’s a quick round-up of the window-ledges. The Italians have the deluxe spot, right by the kitchen sink.
Lurking behind an upholstered armchair in the sitting room (I know, ridiculous), are marigolds, borage and calendula.
Our bedroom plays host to Oregano, Parsley, Rocket and Wild Primrose. And up in the bathroom a whole tray of Perpetual Reddy Matadors is poised and ready to defend you from any aggressive bulls that might try to disturb your epsom salt bath. Always good news. 🙂