Frozen veg. Not the stuff lurking in the depths of the freezer, no this is 'natural' frozen veg, right there in the garden. Bits and bobs left over from the summer season, abandoned to the weather and time. They make better photographs than plate fillers.
Vegetable gardening really wasn't my forte last year. My big plans, the 'square foot gardening', the digging, the planting – well all okay really. The initial enthusiasm carried me along as ever. Unfortunately weeds, overgrown beds and unidentifiable sproutings got the better of me. The best laid plans of mice, men and veggie planters can easily go awry.
As I look outside at the grey dull wasteland that masquerades as a garden, I feel I am lacking something crucial in the gardeners heart. Enthusiasm, that's the word.
I think maybe I go in so gung ho and over enthusiastically, that there is just no way I can keep up the mad pace. Instead of just slowing a bit and keeping up momentum in a slightly more manageable way, I just fall by the wayside and give up completely.
Hmmmmm, maybe I should plan something a little less ambitious this year. Cress for example. A nice little paper towel with cress growing out of it a la kindergarten class. That sounds more manageable.
I watch Nigel Slater on TV and fairly drool over those immaculate allotments where people conger up the most amazing veggies in an abundance that knows no bounds. I like to blame the weather here for my lack of prowess in this department. Unfortunately the people up the lane have a perfect patch and were supplying all and sundry with their enormous veg last year – so really short of having my very own eco-climate I really can't blame the weather.
I like to see myself with a sunny terrace and pots of tomatoes (all different types) spilling everywhere. Peppers, salad leaves and cucumbers. Hmmmmm, spotting a theme here, it is the sunshine veggies that get to me, maybe my garden is in the wrong country…………