Thursday, July 20, 2006
Something has been nibbling my sprouts. I mean, seriously munching them. At first I thought of caterpillars so I had a good look and couldn't see any. But when I turned the leaves over lots of tiny white flies flew around. Surely those titchy flies couldn't have eaten great holes in my leaves. It was a puzzle.
The children came to the allotment with me but they left me alone because Sid (who is 90 years old) had given them each a plastic punnet and told them to pick all the blackcurrants they wanted, then ended up having to supervise them because they were doing it all wrong - picking green ones, squashing half of them, standing on other nearby crops and so on. Kept them out of my hair anyway.
When Sid had had enough of them he brought them back over to me, all purple and sticky and squabbling over who had picked most. So I asked him for his opinion of my sprouts. He's a little deaf. Actually he's almost stone deaf (which explains why he can tolerate the kids for so long) so at first the only advice I could elicit was "They need watering" (I knew that). But I kept at it because he has one of the most impressive plots with super fruits and veg. Then he started going on about clubroot, which was still no help, but when managed to draw his attention to the holes in the leaves he said "Oh, looks like pigeons have been at them" .
Ah, Pippa the scarecrow. You are sorely missed.