It’s been a wonderful week for getting things done outside so there hasn’t even been the faintest rumour of housework ~ ah, happy me! Within the space of twenty-four hours, the temperature hiked from many degrees below average to many degrees above, which is why averages exist, of course. Gone were the penetrating frosts, the freezing fog, the ice and bitter winds and in their place, days so soft and mild and blissfully dry that the urge to be outdoors was overwhelming. It wasn’t just us celebrating, either; suddenly the hedge bottoms are white with drifts of snowdrops, hazel catkins are bright with pollen and the first crocus have opened their yellow and mauve cups across the lawn. On 24th January, I saw a beautiful Red Admiral butterfly whilst admiring the snowdrops and three days later, the first Buff-tailed and White-tailed bumblebees, plump, velvety queens newly-emerged from hibernation. This is a couple of weeks earlier than last year, according to my records, but I’m under no illusions: there’s a long way to go before spring truly arrives but how uplifting to be catching the first tantalising whispers, the promise of good things to come.
The first job on my list was some planting in the polytunnel; with the days lengthening, the sun climbing higher and the freezing weather gone (for the time being, at least), the temperature in the tunnel rises to a perfect one for planting and sowing the first batch of seeds. That said, there was a bit of damage limitation to be done first as the voles have had a field day with the autumn-planted peas and haven’t been very generous in what they’ve left for us. The Swiss winter sugar peas ‘Frieda Welten’ were an experiment and although we’ve lost a fair few, I’m hoping at least to get enough seeds again for another try this autumn. The peas germinated well but I think grew too quickly in the mild weather so they have gone through the winter as bigger plants than was ideal. However, they’ve fared better than the ‘Douce Provence’ row which has almost been wiped out, both as seed peas and young plants. Wretched rodents! 😥 While Roger went to cut some twiggy hazel sticks from the hedge to make supports, I moved the few ‘Douce Provence’ plants to join the sugar pea row and hopefully now we will have some sort of early crop, even if it’s a bit thin on the ground. The row looks slightly pathetic at present but it’s amazing what a bit of warmth can do and with the end of our Persephone period arriving in the second week of February, plants will really start to grow strongly again .
As I’m planning to grow fewer things in the tunnel this summer there is plenty of room for planting now, so I went for two rows of broad beans (Seville Long Pod and Aguadulce) and a very wide and thickly-sown trench of ‘Douce Provence’ peas. A dozen ‘Charlotte’ potatoes will give us ample meals before the later ones are ready outside; we debated whether to plant into the soil or under hay and decided on balance to do the former as we think slugs will be a worse problem than wireworm this year. There is much wisdom surrounding the art of chitting seed potatoes but it will probably come as no surprise to regular readers that I disregard pretty much all of it. We store our harvested spuds in wooden crates covered in newspaper in the cave, eating our way through the biggest and best and leaving enough small ones to use as seed for the next year. For this first phase of planting, I trust nature to do all the work so I haven’t been laying potatoes out carefully in labelled trays or egg boxes in a frost-free place, I just lifted the newspaper and ta-dah! There was a pile of little beauts with lovely new shoots all ready to go. Why do more work than is necessary? I’m seriously thinking about changing the title of my blog to ‘This Lazy Life’! 😉
So to outside business, and we’ve been planting trees, something that has been a way of life for us for decades; in fact, I don’t think there has ever been a single winter when we haven’t planted at least a few trees and over the years they have added up to several thousand individuals. As we’ve moved house many times, it’s been an ongoing exercise in leaving orchards, woodland and hedges for others to enjoy but then for me, that’s the point: we don’t so much as plant trees for ourselves but rather for the environment, the planet, and for others to enjoy. They are an investment in the future and a very worthwhile one, at that, providing shade, habitat, food, various useful materials and that all important carbon capture. What greater legacy could we leave?
First, a dual-purpose apple ‘Reine des reinettes’ which is truly the queen of French apples, dating back to the eighteenth century and the number one choice of variety for making tarte tatin and apple cakes. It’s also a good eater, with an initial burst of acidity quickly mellowing to sweetness (it’s known in the anglophone world as ‘King of the Pippins’) and keeps well, so this is definitely a worthy addition to our orchard. Next, another French beauty in the form of a golden mirabelle, a plum variety for which the Lorraine region is famous; in fact, the world’s highest density of mirabelle plum trees grows there. It can take eight years for a tree to bear fruit so we might need to be patient with this one but I think it will be worth the wait. The English ‘Victoria’ plum should be bearing fruit far more quickly and although it’s perhaps not the most imaginative choice of tree, it is easy to grow and such a reliable cropper that it has always been one of our favourites. It’s a good dual-purpose fruit, sweet and juicy to eat straight from the tree but sharp enough to make a good breakfast jam, too. Finally, we planted another ‘Burlat’ cherry, a French bigarreau variety which crops very early, producing clusters of dark red fruits; as this is very much cherry country, we just can’t plant enough!
I’d also meant to pick up a ‘Beurré Hardy’ pear, another French classic, but I was distracted by the nurseryman offering me a bundle of sea buckthorn plants at a ridiculously knocked-down price because they were already budding up and he wanted shot of them. I hadn’t planned on buying any as the ones I planted a couple of years ago died, but these are much bigger, sturdier plants and as there turned out to be ten of them, I feel that surely some of them stand a chance of surviving. After all, they can survive temperatures down to -40C, heat, drought and salt air so they ought to be indestructible, not shrivel up and die at the first hint of tough times; that said, I’m struggling to grow willow here and who’d believe that? Anyway, my arm was well and truly twisted so now I’m keeping my fingers crossed because if they thrive, that will be another useful and very healthy additional edible in the garden and if we have a big enough harvest, I shall make some sea buckthorn ice cream in honour of our trips to Norway where it is hugely popular. We also planted half a dozen bird cherries to add to our native woodland areas and thirty beech, mostly to plug gaps in the hedges but also a few as specimen trees. Most of the saplings we plant come from our own patch and Roger has been lifting holly seedlings from the coppice this week to add to our little nursery. Slowly but surely our orchard and wooded areas are growing. As for that pear tree? Mmm, might have to go back . . . 😊
There are several mantras I keep in mind as encouragement in the life I’m trying to lead, simple questions and reminders that can have a powerful effect on my actions. Three of the most important ones are as follows:
- Do we need it?
- There’s no such place as ‘away’.
- Can we use what we already have?
The latter was very much at the forefront of my mind when I read Lisa’s excellent blog post about peat-free compost (see The Compulsive Gardener) and I have decided to see if we can manage this year using only our own compost. It’s very frustrating (and a bit surprising) that peat-free compost is so difficult to source in France but I refuse to buy anything else and, given that our own composting system is now well-established and doing the business, I’m interested to see if we can be totally self-sufficient. There are many different ‘recipes’ for making seed compost but I’m not using ingredients such as sharp sand, grit and vermiculite as they would be bought imports so it’s a matter of using what we’ve got ~ in this case, our homemade compost, garden soil and well-rotted leaf mould. Seeds are little energy bombs packed with everything they need to germinate and start growing so they don’t require a nutrient-rich growing medium which is why our compost alone would be too potent. However, by mixing with soil from molehills (nicely tilled by nature’s little diggers!) and fine leaf mould, I can create a balanced seed compost which is light and fluffy, free-draining and warm.
The moles are insanely busy at present so I’ve been scooping up their hills to make a pile of soil in the tunnel, along with the same of our finished compost and leaf mould. A few days inside allows it all to warm up and dry out a bit before processing and whilst hauling countless buckets around the patch it occurred to me yet again that much of my gardening these days revolves around moving various piles of organic materials from one place to another! I decided to sieve my ingredients as the compost in particular is a bit coarse and found out very quickly that making half a bucket at a time is ample as it’s quite laborious and the mixing requires a surprising amount of elbow grease. It’s a very gentle, therapeutic activity, though, and the amount of finished compost is mounting up rapidly. The problem with homemade seed compost is that it’s not sterile and I know that if I were doing this properly, I should heat the finished mix in the oven to kill pathogens and unwanted seeds. However, apart from seeming like too much of a faff, common sense tells me that heating would also kill beneficial life and as the mix is full of tiny worms I’m not going to do that. I can easily identify the seedlings of all the things I’m going to plant so it’s no trouble removing any weeds that pop up and if we end up with a few rogue tomatoes or peppers, that’s all part of the experiment. The only thing I’m concerned about are the very tiny seedlings like aubergine, Cape gooseberry and celeriac so I’ve set several trays of the compost to stand in the tunnel where the warmth will force germination of anything in the mix and then I can nip them all out before sowing the tinies.
As broad bean seedlings are chunky enough to hold their own against all comers, I’ve planted 36 straight away in individual pots and also prepped 40 cardboard tubes with compost ready for peas. Experience has shown that pre-sowing like this is by far the best way to ensure good germination and strong growth as well as thwarting a variety of pests, giving us healthy and robust plants to transplant into the garden beds once the soil has warmed up. It also gives me an excuse to be busy planting this early in the season! No such strategy needed for radish, though, so a row of those has gone straight into the tunnel soil whilst outside, I’ve planted several rows of rose garlic to complement the white garlic that was planted in November and is growing well. Having managed to finish using shredded hedge prunings to convert a rectangular bed into a horseshoe-shaped planting area, I also planted garlic all around the outside of the keyhole path which felt like a satisfying start to yet another experiment.
The birds have become noticeably busier this week and there is a very definite dawn chorus now as well as new melodic voices such as song thrushes and woodlarks to enjoy during the day. There is a flurry of hectic blue tit activity around the nestboxes so the bid for territorial possession has begun! I’ve taken part in the Comptage national des oiseaux des jardins, the French equivalent of the UK’s RSPB Big Garden Birdwatch, which takes place annually during the last weekend in January. Like the eBMS butterfly walks I started to do last year, this is an exercise in citizen science where ordinary folk are asked to count the maximum number of each bird species they see in their garden or a public place such as a local park over the course of an hour. The French approach, however, differs in a couple of ways. First, there is a second national count in May which allows breeding pairs and summer visitors to be counted; also ~ and to my shame, I’d forgotten this ~ once a garden has been officially registered on the system, data can be submitted throughout the year, not just the two ‘big’ days, and the suggestion is to carry out a simple 10-minute watch which I could do every week just like the butterfly count if I got myself organised. The results from my hour’s observation of the feeding station were very much in line with last year’s data, with house sparrows, blue tits and great tits being the most numerous visitors. Prize for the most entertaining has to go to a pair of siskins, though, who despite being small and pretty things, dominated the feed table with an aggression that far surpassed their size. Not to be argued with, that’s for sure!
Taking a break on a garden bench, a mug of tea and the last official mince pie of winter in my hands, I turned my face to the sun and felt supremely happy. How wonderful to be out and active in such warm, soft air with no need for a coat or hat; how lovely to listen to the birds singing and the occasional deep hum of a passing bumblebee; how nourishing to have emerged, like that beautiful Red Admiral, to stretch my limbs and be busy in the garden I love. Then, with a sudden jolt, I remembered that it’s only the last week of January, not the middle of March; it’s far too warm, far too soon, and with record high temperatures having been recorded further south in France this week, it’s a very worrying trend. I refuse to end a post on a depressing note, though, so I see this as a compelling reason to keep on with what we’re doing here, to take positive action where we can. Another mantra springs to mind, and it’s one I’m happy to keep front and centre in an effort to maximise our carbon capture efforts. “Build soil. Plant trees. Repeat.” 😊