So how do you take a photo of your prize turnip? That’s just one of the questions puzzling me this week. The other immediate thought is why on earth am I photographing my prize turnip let alone who’d have thought a few years ago I’d be asking myself these questions!
Let’s face it, it’s not everyday you ask yourself how do I take a decent photo of a turnip that you’ve grown. Or maybe I’ve just led a very sheltered life?!
A break in the clouds, a spare hour or two and a face up to facts moment saw me making my first trip to the allotment since before Christmas. I’ve been avoiding the trip to the plot. Maybe if I’d known there was a “prize turnip” waiting for me I’d have dashed up earlier but in all likelihood it wouldn’t have tempted me, let’s face it a turnip doesn’t normally excite or arouse deep passions in even the most keen gardener-cooks!
And here’s where I fess up, my heart hasn’t been in it. I didn’t want to be there. And I certainly didn’t want to take my camera with me. Well I’ve broken the spell today – maybe next week we’ll see if I can take my camera with me.
We need to step back in time to understand my reluctance. Before Christmas there was a monster storm here. The kind that bends trees, generally picks things up and throws them around, think of a two year old having a kicking screaming fit a real temper-tantrum of a storm. A storm where you lie in bed at night listening to the wind howl down the chimneys and roar over the roof. The sort you wonder when you wake up, “what is the damage?”.
The house was spared but the allotment wasn’t.
Reports of sheds in trees reached us. And sure enough there was damage. My greenhouse was battered beyond recognition. Not just the windows blown out but the whole frame was twisted and contorted. It looked as if a herd of elephants had trampled through, tossing the frame around this way and that. In fact think of two year old elephants having a hissy fit and you’ll be able to picture it! Wreckage was what was left. And because life throws busy periods at you it still hasn’t been cleared away. That’s now a priority as I simply can’t face going there much until it’s out of sight. A good clear up operation is needed. A weekend of clearing, tip runs and copious cups of tea are required along with help to cart the wreckage away and to cheer my spirits.
And once that JOB is done and dusted I feel I’ll be able to look at the space again, start to make some plans and get on with the new gardening year. So while my gardening mojo has gone for a wander (I’ve barely sown any seeds – no tomatoes or chilli seedlings are in sight) I’ll concentrate on the positives –
- My shed is still standing and the roof is intact which means things are dry and safe
- The days are getting lighter and the rain seems to have abated
- We are nearly in March when the OFFICIAL gardening year starts
- I bought my seed potatoes today
- I have plans for a cutting garden – flowers not cabbages
- We are eating allotment produce at one of the thinnest times of the year
- I have finally managed to grow a few turnips, not exactly prize winners but still of a decent size and not munched to smithereens by slugs and snails
- The greenhouse will be replaced ……….
If you are the sensitive kind, the sort of person who is squeamish about horror films, gore and guts then look away now! The photo that was relayed to me by phone…..