Its winter. Our failure to put everything neat and tidy before the weather turned is very clear – ours is now a scruffy plot.
We’ve also been discovered by Jack Frost to have been somewhat optimistic in leaving so many veg in place in the hope that we could keep on harvesting. The chard and cabbages were hit hard by the frosts, although there’s just a hint of green amongst rot to suggest that a few chard plants might stage a comeback more impressive than if the Sex Pistols played The Academy with the original line up. Spinach too is showing no more than a few green shoots. The cabbages look pretty darned terrible, though that seems to be widespread – guess that frost was just too much for most brassicas.
Its not hopeless though; parsnips, carrots, sprouts, salsify, leeks and kale abound. There’s signs that sorrell may have made it through the winter (rather irritatingly as I’d planned to use the space for a seed bed as it so happens – but it’ll be nicer to be eating sorrell at the start of the season than tons of unadulterated fat hen like last year). There’s also the very first sign of re-birth; the first signs of rhubarb forcing its way through the earth. Fantastic.
I admit, seeing the place was sort of depressing looking as shabby as it did – but heading home with a basket of your own veg at the very end of January is enough to lift the spirits.