This is the allotment from above, looking westwards, the flower garden half of the lottie ends behind of our garden shed with the red roof. Not much blooming, as it was early Spring when the fotos were taken. The large yellow area is the blueberry patch with the blooming Limnanthes: Here is Farmer Brown ploughing the potato “field”: A complete overview of the veggie plots: Then, the lottie on our yearly paper plan: And the foto rotated so that it more or less matches-up with the paper plan: I hope that this series gives you gardeners an idea of how our garden is situated.
@Sjoerd Nice Birds Eye view of a very sophisticated gardener’s extremely well established and beautifully styled Lottie. Perfection . You should be very proud and your bride is the silent contributor, plz let her know I appreciate her presence and contributions to the Lotte.
Annie— yes, the neighbour has a new toy and made the pics for us. Pac—cheers. Of course I will let her know. She puts even more into the allotment than I do.
Loggie— cheers. I like the greenness of our gardening complex. Jersey— The water in the small canals comes from lower levels in the surrounding countryside as well as precipitation. The whole country has an integrated system of waterways of varied width and depths. It gets pumped ever higher until it ban be moved out to sea. In the old days we had those iconic windmills for this. A small example is that the canals that run through our gardens gets pumped up to the next highest level by the pump on our complex. When the water level on our complex gets too high, the pump is triggered and it begins pumping. When the level of our canals is again “normal”, it shuts off again. Fish— yes, there are fish. Mostly carp and some minnow-sized specimens. Sometimes there are other types of fish— suckers. I refer to the day I got stung in the eye by one of my bees and as I backed away from the hive, my heel caught the edge of the siding…and in the drink I went. I flopped around like a fish on dry land. I wrote about in here. It was a bit humiliating. A sort of gardening baptism, Halleluja.
Many a gardener has nightmare stories. I have had a few run ins with a lot of different critters and plants over the years. Gardening does seem to have a way to humble us from just about the smallest insects, birds, and night predators and everything in between. At the moment I went out after dark last night in a Hazmat suit purchased , covered from head to toe . Shook up the bee poison can and sprayed the ground bees nest. Turned out I couldn’t get the little tiny extension straw in the spray can nozzle. So after all I was all bundled up determined not to get stung decided to spray without the extension nozzle designed to slide inside the bee hive opening at night while all the bees are inside. I sprayed 4’ feet away without the extension straw on to several entry openings and poison foam covered the areas. Walking back across the pasture with a swag of bee battle accomplished, I am the hive conqueror. I became humbled this morning when I went out to check the ground hive. The spray foam did not enter the opening , just the top areas around the hive opening. The ground bees were all out as usual this morning like they had a good nights sleep and out hunting across the pastures as usual. The bee foam designed for ground bees didn’t phase them in the least. So I’ve come up with another plan as soon as I obtain another spray foam can with a better extension attached to the sprayer to apply the poison foam inside the tunnels of the ground hive. It’s trial by error in this case and I feel like I might be starting a new fashion trend . A white Hazmat suit could be the new style for women and men when gardening amongst the bees.
Sorry, but I can't help but laughing. Not to be rude but it must have been a sight to see that !! Oh my, I am so sorry but I am laughing just imagining you grabing your eye and falling into the canal and flopping around. I know... I'm mean.
Jersey— yeah, it was bad but perhaps the worse was when I had to strip off and let my Bride hose all that stinking black muck off me. It proves the old adage: if you think something is bad, it could always be worse. Of course it was funny.
