The weekend before last we had a dry morning while I was babysitting my nephew who is 5 and therefore the perfect age to help find potatoes. He enjoyed a very muddy morning pulling up all of my potato plants at the back of the garden exclaiming "Another potato!" every time he found one, he was absolutely thrilled. While we were working my son (who is 2) happily filled buckets with earth using his plastic spade from the sandpit (I'll have him double digging next year I'm sure!) and carried them from place to place.
I forgot to photograph my harvest but I filled a washing up bowl with potatoes most of which were a decent size. I have a handful of tiny ones that could have done with longer in the ground but the leaves looked a bit dodgy so I didn't want to leave them.
In a fit of industry I kept working and got so much done:
- I dug over the bed that was now empty and moved the strongest looking leeks over to it (I had far too many of them all too close together), I also thinned out my celeriac a bit by moving my thinnings into half of the old potato bed.
- All of the lettuce I had planted beneath the tomato plants had bolted so I cut it way back and thinned the plants out. It is already starting to grow back some tasty looking leaves so I don't feel too bad about the volume I ended up putting in the compost heap.
- I cut down my giant camomile and have tied it in bunches to dry in the hut (which smells amazing)
- I planted my 10p (Wilkinson's sale!) carrot seeds in an empty trough in the first compost out of my compost bin. It feels like magic to make compost out of rubbish.
- I dug up one of my garlic bulbs but it didn't look very big so I replanted it, I'll check again in a few weeks.
Then I had a big mug of tea and lots of cake and admired my flowers.
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