It’s been a really interesting and satisfying 4 weeks since I took up the tenancy of the land.
The acre is still full of weeds, it’s still a knot of long grass, thistles and docks in large parts. The ground is often heavy with rain and difficult to work. The mud cakes thick on your boots and you feel gravity a little more when you leave than when you arrived. The potatoes keep coming up reminding you of recent stories about this small plot in the eastern corner of Cornwall.
But, from beneath all that something else is starting to emerge. It’s not complicated. Just roughly measured out rectangles of earth, dug, at least partially weeded, forked over and then raked ready for winter to break them down further. I’ll go over them again in the spring before sowing.
As I complete each little bed another section of the land takes on another imprint, begins to wonkily align itself to my vision for Green Fuse Garden.
At the end of week 4 I’ve managed to dig 40 beds. I’m aiming for 100 and to have them done by Christmas. Then in the New Year I can concentrate on making a start on the orchard, our kitchen garden and a small section where I’m going to create a little wildlife garden.
When I started four weeks ago I think I was finding it difficult to see how the plans I’d made would come about. The size of the plot fazed me out but it no longer does.
The weather has been as changeable as you’d expect in Cornwall in autumn. Some days it’s felt like summer has been reluctant to leave the party, others have suggested winter isn’t far away. There’s been rain, but there’s also been crisp days with soft sunlight. House Martins that were a busy neurotic presence in the early weeks seem to have gone, a pair of buzzards still circle overhead, mid-afternoon an owl in an oak tree somewhere to the west makes its solitary presence known. I disturb muntjac deer who rest in the dwindling patch of docks and thistles and flash me an outraged look for intruding.
Beneath the long grass I find the remains of other visions; a deliberately sown patch of foxgloves, another of evening primrose, both of which have been transplanted to a bed of their own. Next to them I sowed the remaining Cornflower ‘Blue Boy’ seeds I bought earlier in the year while pining to be back in charge of a garden. They’ve begun to germinate.
After four weeks I feel I have a rhythm. The cycle trip is really enjoyable, being on site feels comfortable. At times during the last couple of weeks I’ve felt really at home and happy to be there.
There’s a long road ahead and winter around the corner, but 4 weeks in I do at least think I know what I have to do.