Three very good reasons to garden and then drink too much.
This weekend I have managed to squeeze in some allotmenting between all the parenting and dog…. ownership.
My fruit cage looked like a dumping ground, basically because I was using it as a dumping ground for all the various allotment crap like extra netting and supports.
But, I need it now for the billions of strawberry plants that were in my garden. It’s not that I need the space in the garden, it’s more that I need somewhere to grow strawberries where DiggerDog won’t eat them all. Although this is a dog that spent the morning eating sheep shit but turned her nose up at the roast potato she was offered at lunch time. There’s no telling what she will or won’t eat.
The fruit cage got tidied, got some new weed suppressant fabric around the edges and got a new raised-ish bed for my strawberry plants.
The bad news is that I had so many strawberry plants that my spare cock-up bed at the allotment is now completely filled with strawberries.
The good news is we will have shitloads of strawberries.
Also, this has happened in my front garden this weekend:
Enjoy the long weekend!