I once made wine from broad beans.
It was horrendous. The colour of urine and a taste I can only imagine of antifreeze. It would get you drunk though. 519 more words
With the raised beds built and filled, and the garlic already installed in position, it was time for the first proper sowing of the season; broad beans and onions. 1,539 more words
The second of February was the Pagan festival of Imbolc, that marks the start of spring. I like to celebrate Imbolc by sowing some seeds. Even though the weather may still be wintery, the sight of trays and pots in the conservatory, along with the lengthening days and the appearance of the first bulbs and flowers, is tangible evidence of the season to come. 464 more words
Due to the activities of wildlife visitors to the garden, some of the broad beans I direct sowed last autumn will probably not produce. Fortunately, there were a few seeds left in the packet, so they have been sown in pots and are in the propagator in the shed. 176 more words