... is this week's lesson. Cutting down the nettles and grass around the edge of the plot should have been done weeks ago, and would have taken half the time and been much less heavy work if it had been. Still, I now have long-handled shears to make it slightly easier. There was too much greenery for the compost bins, so there's now a large heap at the end of the plot.

The broad beans are still flowering but the flowers have started to wilt, so I pinched out their tops as instructed by my various reference books. Apparently you can eat these tops, so I wrapped them in paper and brought them home; I'll report back on their appeal.
The potatoes still look healthy, and the pak choi and mizuna seem to be establishing themselves, although some of the bean plants had died and the others looked feeble. I planted mange tout in the last square metre bed, scraped weeds off the spot for the next two metre bed, and covered the end of the plot with cardboard and black plastic to smother the last patch of nettles.
My neighbour, who cleared his plot so thoroughly a couple of months ago, has not been seen for a while, and a note has appeared on his shed door asking him to clear out the weeds that have

appeared all over his tilled earth. Next door but one the other way, poppies and what looks like it might be ragwort have taken over another plot; pretty, but no doubt we'll all have a fine crop of poppies in a couple of months. My weeding turned up speedwell, a tiny scarlet flower similar in shape to speedwell, and what looked

like a long, elongated clover, also very pretty. I need these attractive wildflowers to fill in obediently around the edges of the raised beds, rather than in the middle; an unlikely prospect.
On the way home I took a picture of my favourite plot. I really like the combination of flowers and vegetables on this allotment. Maybe in about ten years I will be able to look out on something similar.