Part of the point of moving house was to be able to grow herbs in my own garden and not need an allotment. Our new house has a beautiful established garden with many shrubs, these beautiful trees:
and a lawn.
Now I’m not a fan of lawns because of the maintenance and I don’t want to get so sucked into suburban life that I add to the lawn mower noise of a Summer weekend. To be fair, this is a rough lawn with many wild flowers including, in succession, violet, self-heal, white clover, medick, perennial cinquefoil and of course plantain and buttercup. Many will be valuable crops in due course.
So I will keep some of the lawn, cutting it periodically with a sickle.
To the news then – I have made first tentative efforts at a raised bed and wanted to record it here. Nothing heroic but I have a camera on my phone!
I bought a 1 square metre planter frame from Primrose. This is where the hammer comes in. A camping mallet really, to tap together the pieces of the frame which went like this:
Now to dig up the lawn. I marked out the edge with a spade, memories of cutting turves in the 1970s to top drystone walls (dykes in Scotland) . However, instead of cutting careful squares of turf, as I was going to mash up and bury them, I scraped them out with what I call a mattock and everyone else a trenching hoe*, (more memories of a study tour
to Sri Lanka in 1979 where these were used when I “helped” to build a very serviceable hillside road outside Kandy).
[* Trenching hoe £15 from Stanton’s DIY, Leeds]
Whilst loosening the soil with the mattock I thought I had found the Heworth equivalent of the Staffordshire hoard. But no – not an Anglo-Saxon helmet, more a 70s York hippie night-light holder:
So, buried some of the turf (why is there always some left over?) and topped with well rotted compost inherited with the garden and finally some even more soil-like compost from my former backyard in Leeds:
So-phase 1 of raised bed 1. Now to fetch my plants from across the Tadcaster divide.
Watch this space….