As we basked in hot sunshine last weekend, we looked forward to the jubilee, although not for patriotic reasons. Instead, with the extra public holiday awarded by her majesty, we eagerly anticipated four whole days off work and the chance to do a list of garden jobs postponed by the cold wet spring and leisurely evening meals outside. Or so we thought.
By giving us an extra day off and moving the holiday weekend, the queen appears to have incurred the wrath of the weather gods, who are clearly all staunch republicans. This is the scene from my living room window on what is quite possibly the most miserable June day I can remember. British bank holidays have a reputation for what is known in my family as “holiday weather” and today was no exception. Last Sunday, our solar panels generated nearly 25kwh of electricity, today I think we will be lucky to get 5kwh. At least everything is getting well and truly watered and looks really lush and green.
I managed to trudge to the allotment earlier in boots and waterproofs where the rain over the past week has made the weeds I was going to hoe today shoot up about a foot. My squash plants have completely outgrown their 3 inch pots so I was going to plant them out into their own well manured bed, but it’s too cold and wet. There’s plenty more of this miserable weather forecast, so I’ve moved the plants back into the polytunnel. I’m going to pot them on again and keep them there until the weather picks up otherwise I think I might lose the lot if I keep them outside.
Everyone I talk to says that this has been one of the worst years they can remember, so anyone who manages to produce anything from their allotment or garden this year can pat themselves on the back. Let’s hope that the rest of the summer is an improvement on this.