.Perhaps Ming is right. Slugs prefer the next allotment along. His Jerusalem Artichokes are high and healthy. His chard is glossy and green. Soon the broad beans will be ready. (Yuch!)
The onions are small (but sweet) - and the runner beans uneaten.
The things we bought at the Garden Centre on Sunday have arrived.
Two large flower pots.
Four bags of John Innes Number 3.
And some Cotswold Stone Chippings.
We couldn't afford more.
Right to the last minute, our minds were open.
I was at the cash till. The man at the checkout was waiting for money. I ran to Ming (who was mulling over tomato feed and pretending this wasn't happening).
I could put everything back, I said. I'd try not to be grief stricken when every single one of the tomato plants went to the allotment (potless). I wouldn't gaze miserably at bald patches in paths (not when he was looking). Really!
He gulped - and was generous.
(The wages of cleaners are horribly low!)
So - now - we have one very regal tomato plant in a very big pot by the kitchen door - and one pumpkin in a slightly less big pot beside the hollyhocks.
That's the end of space.
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Thanks to everyone who waved!
Ming's mum said she saw someone with dark hair and two legs.
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Tomorrow, I shall continue the inventory of plants to the right hand side of my front door.
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