They went into their spud bags this morning, nestling in a rich dark bed of garden soil liberally laced with compost and blood & bone, watered in with worm tea. As soon as the first shoots are a hand’s length high, I’ll be burying them under consecutive layers of compost and sugar cane mulch until the level reaches the top of the bag. That way, the plants will develop the largest possible root system, and hopefully a generous quantity of potatoes.
And my zucchini obligingly produced a female flower bud or two, so in addition to all that futile male floral flamboyance, there will be some zucchini to enjoy. Look at the wee thing. It’s just the tiniest bit rude, isn’t it? Baby green beans are also making an appearance, the first of many, I hope.
No sign of germination yet from the very elderly pumpkin, bean and melon seeds I stuck in pots on a gamble. I suspect they were a bit past it. They get another few days and then I put something else in there.
I must get some seeds going to stick in the gaps when I harvest some of this green loveliness….