Farmer Tom

The allotment 24th April 2010
I have a confession to make, I’m not really a very good gardener.

Don’t get me wrong, in all the many gardens we’ve owned, I’ve planted swathes of Alyssum, Marigolds and Petunias over the years, but never seem to have got it right. It always ends up looking like something the council has just done. In fact, this present house has an open plan front garden and we came home one day to find a young family having a picnic on the grass amongst the Busy Lizzies I’d just put in.

Growing vegetables on the other hand has always come as second nature to me, ever since watching The Good Life back in the 70’s, (Felicity Kendal had nothing to do with it). I remember my first attempt in a little flat we rented in Filey when we first got married, which was on the ground floor. I sowed some carrots into the tiny patch of soil round the back that never saw any sun at all. These poor spindly examples were a total failure and I had to resort to growing beansprouts in a jar in a cupboard instead.

As the years went on, the gardens we had grew bigger, and I have successfully grown vegetables in all of them whilst battling with the flowers.

Getting the allotment has brought this into focus somewhat, and these being new allotments it’s interesting to see how they are developing in this respect. All have their vegetable areas obviously, but the great majority have flowers planted, and even the occasional departed cat shrine (yes, she did), with a little ornamental shrub on top.

Mary's cat's grave.

However a staunch few are dedicated purely to the production of vegetables, and mine falls squarely into that category.

It has troubled me at times, and I never felt like a real green fingered gardener, maybe I lack the artistic gene I don’t know, but a book I am reading at the moment has solved the problem a little.

It is called A Handful of Earth by Barney Bardsley. The story of a lovely woman who sadly lost her husband at a relatively young age, and how she found solace through her garden and allotment.

In it she talks about there being two distinct sorts of people who grow things on allotments, the “Gardener” who grows flowers as well as carrots, and the “Farmer”, who’s regimented rows of vegetables make room for just the one flower, the cauliflower.

So there we have it, I am a “Farmer”, and it feels good to have an explanation after all this time, such a relief.