Yesterday M, Helen the Unbeliever and I dug up the potato bed and towers and unearthed the booty…
Greek Helen has been very pessimistic about the fate of the potatoes. And apparently her husband’s friend has also been over, shaking his head at the slug-eaten leaves and absence of flowers and pronounced that no potatoes would be growing here.
Oh ye of little faith, how wrong you were.
Okay, I accept that there MAY not have been the quantity that there may have been if the slug killer had been used and we’d watered a little more frequently (especially the towers, which always seemed to be left out). However as garden novices, I think all has turned out quite well.
Bring on the next harvest…
In the place of the potatoes – good crop rotation practice says that you don’t plant potatoes in the same bed twice for fear of the 100-year plague (or something like that) – we now have carrots, heirloom 5 coloured silverbeet, Asian greens, comfrey, leek (and I hope that the mystery woman from way down the street doesn’t sneak up in 9 months time and snaffle them all just as they reach maturity) and of course, some more kale.
I needed more as Helen the Unbeliever and become Helen the Vengeful Greek and yanked out the other kale earlier in the week. (Their stringy stems and aphids were really bugging her. I really don’t think she believed me when I told her I LOVE kale.)
Anyway, it’s all good and part of life on the verge. Helen has also transformed into Helen the Happy now as all tomotoes that she’s preciously tendering have now been staked…
