Orto di Casa Cecconi

My first allotment, and then one thing leading to another…

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  • I'm back, with ignorance and squeamishness

    Back, I am! – Today, halfway through writing my last uni essay, I decided I had enough and wanted to go to the allotment, which I did, for three hours. This is how it looked when I arrived, and a lot of excitement in store! It took me a while to get my head round…

  • Wanted! Dead or alive?

    Anyone knows what this white wiggly worm is? Good or bad? I am finding them all over the place at home: looked as if they were coming from the green bin and have been quickly invading the pots. The creature – less than 1 cm in lenght – is a very fast mover, seems to…

  • Dinner’s ready!

    Since I had such a rewarding crop tonight (despite the little effort I put on the allotment in the last few weeks), I decided to use the veg as fresh as possible and mixed most of them together in a last-of-summer pasta (you can recognise courgettes and flower, tomatoes green and red, beans – saved…

  • Beauty and the beast(s)

    That is how I feel about the plot right now: there’s plenty of things out: autumn raspberries, beans, a lonely soyabean from my experiment, tomatoes, courgettes, potatoes, cucumbers, spinach beet, beetroot, turnips, celery, sweetcorn, figs, flowers… But everything is covered in weeds and slugs (still have not managed to take the pellets here but I…

  • Aubergine

    The allotment is a disaster, and it doesn’t help seeing it after a shower when the fattest slugs I have ever seen are all happily out and about. However, there was a single purple aubergine flower whose assertive beauty is such I cannot describe: I wish I had a camera with me, as I doubt…

  • Veg veg everywhere

    No news from the allotment as I have not been for a while; however – in what must have been a moment of genius in the dull haze of the brain I am living in at the moment – I decided that… if the mountain doesn’t come to Mohammad, then… I would grow vegetables at…

  • The ire of the (Anglo-)Italian

    Some of you may remember the vicissitudes with ducks when I was still regularly visiting the allotment a few weeks ago. When I ended up fencing and covering in net my little pond supposedly to avoid damage to my neighbours’ tasty (for the ducks that is) seedlings. With the result that no frogs have probably…