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Only a couple of weeks ago I was waxing lyrical about my very much loved greenhouse. There are still a few peppers and tomatoes hanging on in there, but as light levels get lower and days get frighteningly shorter, I finally got around to starting
In those wonderful James Herriot stories, there is a woman called Mrs Pumphrey, whose spoilt dog is known as ‘flop-bot’. With a name like that, there is no need for a description. When a tray of seedlings suffers with the horticultural equivalent, and the whole lot keels over in...
I'm the proud owner of two whopping great carnivorous plants. One was a present to my son from his granddad, the other is a rescue plant (much like our rescue cat!).Right now my greenhouse is looking decidedly miserable. My pepper and tomato plants
I spent a lovely few hours in the greenhouse last Sunday. There's something so relaxing about being surrounded by propagators and seedlings.Light levels have been lower than normal and, because I'm convinced that a limb will soon be blown from my
besides. They're not pre-packaged salad mixes from the supermarket, but home-grown in my greenhouse. And if you don't have space for a greenhouse don't worry - a windowsill is perfect. All you need is some compost. I reuse seed-sowing compost from
and tunnels, and moved all pots out of direct sunlight.Even a bit of temporary shade is worth it, as it's made a huge difference to the plants. In the greenhouse the brick pathway was regularly dampened down with a can of water. Damping down may be an old
The first really hard frost hit this morning. The garden was so white it almost looked as if it was covered with snow. It was gorgeous to look at but pretty miserable for some of the less hardy plants. But when I went into the greenhouse to grab
, and no doubt the mouse that plagued my greenhouse this year will also have a feast, but at that height the birds should be the main winners!
Autumn has definitely arrived in my hill-top garden. The lawn is soaked in dew each morning and suddenly many of my crops have given up the ghost. But oddly enough, the place that I've noticed the seasonal shift the most is in my greenhouse
or Kenya.I sowed the delicious variety ‘Purple Tee-Pee’ 15cm apart in large, 60cm pots, filled with recycled compost from earlier sowings and the dregs of various bags that were lying around. The pot was situated on the path of my greenhouse