On Social Media posts, few gardeners write about their failures, or take photos of their messy areas of the garden or dying plants to share. We generally post tastefully arranged vegetables in our most arty crockery, or show trugs overflowing with a feast of Bachalian splendour. I admit to doing that too, mostly because I am pathetically proud of the meagre handful of vegetables I manage to produce in this difficult and at present, searingly hot corner of “minha terra” It’s true to say though, that I‘ve had spectacular failures over the years and this year is no exception. And since our failures probably teach as much as our successes, I’d like to share some of them with you.
I think my biggest failure is producing fruit and vegetables consistently and in quantity. I always ask myself why something has failed, but I don’t always understand. I know soil is one factor and temperature is another. Sometimes I think it’s my own energy and personality that causes the issue, lack of patience, lackadaisical planting and other deficiencies. But then I’m a bit old to be beating myself up for failures!
I mostly grow vegetables behind the house as this is an area which is always out of bounds to the chickens. I have a garden of some 2400 sq metres, including the house. It’s all on a very steep hillside and has been terraced. The chickens live in the lower half of the garden, which I have rather grandly called an orchard and on the terrace above it an area is mostly given over to Mediterranean drought resistant aromatics. Some 15 fowls mooch and scratch about these two terraces, helpfully manuring it as they go and occasionally trying to creep past the ever watchful, Big Bad Man, aka Senhor Faztudo, who flourishes the Broom of Doom at them whenever they approach the house. Of course he never actually uses the broom in anger, but it is a useful deterrent; there is an imaginary line which they generally do not cross and so my vegetables have the possibility of flourishing. So why don’t they always flourish?
One thing is apparent, I have never been able to grow roots successfully, either in this garden or throughout my whole gardening life. I adore beetroot. I’d love to have mountains of beetroot to pickle and grate into salads. Borsch is my favourite soup, so earthy! A neighbour says it’s the easiest thing in the world to grow, but every time I plant it, all I grow is spectacular leaves. When I pull it there is a pathetic little blob on the end which is a fairy mouthful. I know the leaves are delicious, but I really would love some roots! And carrots, well give me strength! I’ve tried all kinds of soil in containers and the ground. Last year I had my best success when I planted in deep rectangular containers. I thinned them properly for a change, ignoring the screams I could hear in my mind as I uprooted the tiny little babies and fed them to the chickens. Patience was my biggest problem, the leaves grew really well, but the roots grew slowly. I kept pulling them up to check if they were ready and they weren’t. I’d murdered the poor seedling for nothing! I had three different types of carrot and one variety grew way better than the other, trouble is I lost the labels and I can’t remember which one it was, I only know it wasn’t the Nantes. They were Lidls seeds, I do remember that. That carrot failure is partly caused by my dilettante approach, if I only knew what sort it was I could probably repeat next year and avoid failure. In the end I got some handfuls of decent carrots from one variety to eat with mangetout ( which were spectacularly successful this year, but that’s another story) Other carrots were stunted and forked and twisted and contorted in alarming yoga poses. Probably some of the babies I spared and planted in other more spacious parts of the containers, those transplants never go straight. I tried turnips in tubs as well, the lovely white ones that Portuguese gardeners grow in their hundreds. One grew, amazingly and mysteriously to decent proportions, but the rest, in the same container just produced leaves. Chickens were happy, I was not. So…what is it with me and roots? Perhaps I need to do some work in my lower chakras or some such. Or maybe I should stop buying Lidls seeds.
A long time ago, when I was really struggling with the garden, I sincerely asked the gardening devas for a handful of produce a day. And that is exactly what they give me mostly, a handful. Perhaps I should have asked for two handfuls. Or maybe I should just shut up and say thankyou and be satisfied because I have what I asked for, in case they change their mind and grant me nothing at all.
This year and last year as well, both my courgettes and butternut squash have failed spectacularly. I think in this case it must be something to do with temperature. We really did have a cold but dry Spring this year, especially at night with strong, northwest winds, It was hard to get summer vegetables established, then once we did and they started flowering, we had a scarily hot spell in June. Senhor Faztudo and I had a customary break in the Serra de Estrela during this time and although someone kindly watered for me, when I came back I had to beg the squashes’ pardon and shade them and cosset them. They weren’t happy and never really recovered. At some point in June we had a hailstorm of epic proportions and that didn’t help anything. Maddeningly the squash and pumpkins produce male flowers and female flowers at different times and never at the same time. I have seen gardeners in the US suffering with the same thing this year and I wonder why it’s happening…courgettes have always been plentiful in the past and butternuts my most reliable squash. I have only had about seven courgettes out of six plants and two decent sized butternuts. I grew Turk’s turban squash for the first time this year, because I love the way they look, but I found out they are a creamy delicious squash. Ichiki Kuri, the Japanese pumpkin has also done well through the heat and I even got some South African gem squash, Small aubergines have also done well, but I don’t grow them much as Senhor Faztudo isn’t able to eat them, or bell peppers which I can’t digest.
Moving onto fruit failures (I hope this post isn’t too depressing) my pomegranates have all split. ALL. Now it’s not a complete disaster because the chickens don’t care that they are split and the hordes of house sparrows I seem to be feeding don’t mind either, but couldn’t Mother Nature just leaves us at least a few? They haven’t even split a little, they’ve split wide open like a starfish ages before ripening time. I have five trees and have experimented with more water and less water and nothing makes a difference. It’s all the more maddening, because at the end of our road we pass the most amazing pomegranate tree and the fruit never ever splits! So that rules out temperature. I have read that commercial pomegranate farms in China spray the flowers with calcium solution when they flower and a month later with good results so I am thinking to experiment with that next year. A green fig tree I had died, not sure why and I love green figs so I have planted one somewhere else, it’s struggling but I hope I can get it through this heat and then it should grow well. A purple fig tree I have, which was only producing horrible dried up figs earlier on is now producing much better figs and they are very sweet. I have three every morning for my breakfast at the moment, although I have to fight the tiny ants for them, they run up my arm as I pick the fruit. Where are the sparrows when you need them to do a job and eat the ants?
To end this post on a positive note, I am looking forward to our mini “ Spring” after first rains in October and beginning the vegetable season all over again. the different kales I planted in containers and picked last year as cut and come again were delicious and I hope to repeat and although my broccoli didn’t flower before the hot weather set in, I have kept some mature plants alive through the summer by mulching thickly and hope they will produce when the weather gets cooler . The garden is a real mess right now as it’s way too hot to sweep and tidy much. I wake early before the dawn but really only have time to water and feed my veggies and trees and tend to the chickens before I retreat indoors to read, write and dream about the next gardening year, here in dry and sunny and sometimes smoky Algarve. It’s many ways like winter in the Uk, but with the heat keeping you inside instead of the cold. It’s time to hibernate a little and reflect on the successes…and failures. And then onwards and upwards. A new gardening year, full of fresh hope. Must order those seeds!