Have had limited Success with beetroot; can never get it to the huge wrecking ball size. These could been any of the bonel, cylindra or boltardy that were broadcast sown. Look reasonable enough.
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Stuffed stashed
Fit for a king: King Edwards’s Potato’s
I’ve never grown spuds before. Last year, was a complete and utter slug fest. So there was heightened anticipation with the onset of September, the wilting and keeling over of foliage. Today, king Edwards potatoes were taken up.
I have to say, I am little disappointed. I was expecting some proper, big, chipper potatoes. As you will see from the picture, there are few big ones, and a lots of little diddly ones. Diddly ones no bigger than say new potatoes. These were all planted at Easter, in lots of horse poop. Had heard horse poop would be useful for them. I think as they were in raised beds, they have suffered, There was a fair bit of grass thrown into the bed from time to time. . There a few green ones, that have caught the light. Lots of pink splodged tubers.
Lady Balfour and Maris Piper remain. These haven’t wilted or keeled over yet, if at all.
Turn, turn, turn
Am still waiting:
There have been only 3 that have turned on the vin.
I are one, to check. Small, sweet. A different shade of red, compared to shop bought. These are more orangey, than letter box red.
Bounce my Flo
Smells lovely, but has bolted.
Hold the sandwiches
Marketmore cucumbers
Oh, jack, sweetie
These were seeds given by Grown your own magazine:
These fruit have grown, moving from green to this lovely puce, grey colour. Am anticipating the mottled green stage. I have never grown this before and to be honest they have been very straight forward. To have one fruit would have been interesting, to have three is lovely!
These are another small pumpkin, jack be little:
These have some time yet before harvesting.
Yours in anticipation,
Horticultural Hobbit
Peck of purple peppers
Think these are lipstick . First of the peppers to turn and ripen. Not very big, but better than nothing! Expected to go red.
Looks a bit rosey
Aunty Indra arranging her floo’ers
Pop’s corn
Ma picked, grilled it, Dad ate it. Was all right apparently ^_^
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