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....growing your first spuds!
I know it's not very grown up, but hey! I rush out every morninng to have a look at my six tubs of spuds.
OH bought these pop up thingies and we've planted three lots of second earlies and three of main crop. I know nothing of spud varities but decided that we might have been too late for the earliest types.
We put our seed pots into named paper bags and chitted them, following my Mum's sage advice, and planted them into the pop up tubs last bank holiday weekend.
They're onto their second lot of compost and have now pushed up through that. Given them a few days and we'll add the next layer. The tubs are 2ft deep so I hope that's enough depth.
I'm really enjoying them though...maybe I should get out more! I remember visiting my Nan as a kid, and going with her down to the bottom of the garden (long narrow garden, the top near the house was for sitting in the sun, growing flowers and for the washing line, the bottom was for serious veggie growing and the two big greenhouses) and lifting spuds with her. When they were cooked, I got the tiny marble-sized ones on my plate. I'm 43 this year, and we lost my Nan a few years ago when she was 94, but I can taste those tiny tatties still!
Jules
....growing your first spuds!
I know it's not very grown up, but hey! I rush out every morninng to have a look at my six tubs of spuds.
OH bought these pop up thingies and we've planted three lots of second earlies and three of main crop. I know nothing of spud varities but decided that we might have been too late for the earliest types.
We put our seed pots into named paper bags and chitted them, following my Mum's sage advice, and planted them into the pop up tubs last bank holiday weekend.
They're onto their second lot of compost and have now pushed up through that. Given them a few days and we'll add the next layer. The tubs are 2ft deep so I hope that's enough depth.
I'm really enjoying them though...maybe I should get out more! I remember visiting my Nan as a kid, and going with her down to the bottom of the garden (long narrow garden, the top near the house was for sitting in the sun, growing flowers and for the washing line, the bottom was for serious veggie growing and the two big greenhouses) and lifting spuds with her. When they were cooked, I got the tiny marble-sized ones on my plate. I'm 43 this year, and we lost my Nan a few years ago when she was 94, but I can taste those tiny tatties still!
Jules
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