Whenever I think of that line, I'm reminded of a scene from "Curse of the Were Rabbit", when the vicar is lovingly poring over his prize veg for the upcoming show.
We don't have fields, but we have space. And to that end, I decided to do some planting. My sister-in-law brought some seeds, Mr did the digging, I planted, watered and weeded.
My intentions were good. The crops were coming up nicely and then...it rained. And rained. And rained some more. Then the dogs decided to dig up some plants and lie there. I replanted, fenced it, and tried again.
What killed it for me were the bugs. I tried every insecticide I could think of, made my own at home, followed my neighbours advice, but to no avail. My plants were being eaten away. In the end I transplanted some of them, those that were waterlogged and of no use I left them.
We did manage to harvest a pineapple, and some salad stuff my sister gave us, but my tomato plant refused to bloom. It budded and then the buds would die. I ended up with a 4' tall plant with no fruit :(
In retrospect, the plot was located in the wrong place. It got waterlogged a number of times during a deluge, though the salad plants made it, the courgettes, cabbage, spring onions and peppers didn't make it. I also discovered the Dongoyaro (Neem) tree. Came in handy for treating Malaria (not mine) but reminded me of a far more bitter, greener version of Mauby. I preferred to drink it cold, no sugar. Quite...invigorating :)
My plot is being relocated. Already a friend has given me seeds to plant and I'm looking forward to it. My neighbour's garden looks really good though. I'm trying to figure out a way of scaling the wall without disturbing the turkeys...