This year I vowed to grow a nice crop of winter veg, something to supplement the peaked (and expensive) produce that I find at my local supermarkets during the cold months. So around the third week of August I sowed a bed full of assorted greens along with several types of radish.
Everything came up gangbusters and it wasn’t long before I had fresh crunchy radishes, mustard greens, lettuce and spinach to supply my salads.
There’s something about a fresh homegrown salad that makes me feel healthy, clean and energized, and apparently I’m not the only one in the family who feels this way.
Unfortunately it’s not my husband or children who share my passion for homegrown salad…
I’m afraid that any future winter salad gardens will need a protective covering of remay, or perhaps I’ll just plant inside my little greenhouse. I don’t know that I’m interested in eating salad that I know has been dressed with lashings of dog saliva!