I’m breaking from painting to wax lyrical about potatoes and the virtuous feeling of growing your own. We have four little 4 by 4 veggie beds but look what we’ve got!
Harvesting potatoes is one of my top three favourite ‘chores’, nay even my favourite thing to do in the whole world!! But only if they are ones I’ve grown! I have happy memories of helping my dad on his allotment. I can remember him lifting the plant with his fork while it was my job to collect the potatoes. It’s like a treasure hunt, as exciting now as it was then to see how many and how big.
Nasturtiums never fail to amaze me. They grow so easily, give up their seeds for the next year without any complaint. Always seem to germinate and then they get on quietly and humbly without a fuss. Then dan’nah…you look around a long while later and there they are growing a profusion of gorgeous flowers, with colours mixed and splodged together on natures watercolour palette.
If you could smell these you’d know why they are worth bringing if only for the few days that they survive.
We neglected to prune our blackberry canes last year and we’ve paid the price by having far fewer fruits then last years bumper crop. However I am diligently bringing in a handful at a time and freezing them. Soon enough there will be blackberry and apple crumble!
