Way back in 2009 when I ordered 24 sheets of colorbond, rolled to my specified diameter, it was my intention to organise the consequent 12 raised vegie beds to define an inner space. I suspected that it wouldn’t provide quite the sense of enclosure that the location required, but was prepared to give it a go first, and respond accordingly.
It’s the weirdest thing. You grow vegetables in order to eat them, right? How is it, then, that when the time comes to pick, the knife can hover over them, poised for the kill, but waver in vacillation?
Honestly, how can it take so long to learn such simple lessons? I’m more than happy with the idea that gardening can keep you on a steep learning curve for a lifetime, but I really thought that what I’d be learning at this point could be made to sound more worthy of the length of the journey so far – that I could preach from lofty heights of hard-won wisdom.
No, of course it’s not. What sort of crazy author-generated question is that?
But I’ve often wondered about it, as in many of the cooler climates around Australia, vegetables don’t really grow over the winter