Titanarum

Who knows what’s going on down at the plot? I live less than a hundred yards away from it, the weather is nothing short of marvellous for autumn preps and tidy ups so I really have no excuses. But I haven’t been down there for almost two weeks. Yesterday I bought flat-leaved parsley, probably more than a week old and flown in from Kenya, from the supermarket rather than pick it fresh from my own patch. Maybe I should rephrase the question and ask what’s going on in my head? Well, if you must know, I reckon it is a case of ‘do the right thing fatigue’. I tire easily. And meanwhile Monty, Carol and Charlie and all the other media gardeners are spouting advice on what to do in week 4 of October. Even one of the Guardian’s TV reviewers, had to bang on about Titchmarsh, his voice rather than the plants, but still. I don’t know about you but I am sick of it. I wonder if gardens and allotments are not a little like a hearty stew best left to simmer in its own juices. I find that image soothing and guilt relieving. The unpicked autumn raspberries, parsley and whatnot decaying and then dropping onto the soil, slowly leaching their goodness back to the plants from whence they came.