Today I cut back the snow peas. Another batch is beginning to shoot along the western fence but between now and when they ripen, we’re pea-less. I left the roots in the ground so the nitrogen captured by them will work its way into the soil and benefit the next crop of whatever. The stems went into the compost.
The peas will be part of tonight’s dinner; leftover mashed potatoes will become gnocchi and the peas will be mixed with blue cheese for the sauce.
Overnight my garden was attacked by what is probably the bandicoot. I have no photos of the siege because there’s nothing to show – except a bit of dirt. The Brussels sprouts I planted out on 11 Sept have all been nibbled, basically to the ground. Some of my kohlrabi seedlings in the western bed suffered the same fate and something dug around one of my middle beds wreaking havoc on the baby carrot sprouts and some of the spring onion sprouts. I repaired the damage as best I could (nothing I could do with what was eaten) and sprinkled coffee grounds everywhere on the off-chance that deters whatever it was. My battle with the local fauna is never ending.