Green fingers (no, nothing to do with germs, lol)
Posted on 27th March 2020 at 14:42
I will admit, I’m not much of a gardener. Okay, not much of a shock to those that know me, I’m more of an ‘admire the garden from a distance while sat in a padded deckchair, sipping something chilled’ (and preferably alcoholic, Pimms o’clock anyone?) type gal.
Years ago I made my first foray into attempting to be ‘at one with nature’ and more hands-on. I planted a sprouting potato - why do so many supermarkets only sell potatoes in bags? I generally only need 4 and end up putting the rest in a cupboard at which point I promptly forget about them and then they disintegrate into a disgusting smelly mush that inevitably one of the family find after hunting down the putrid odour!! Thank heavens for zoflora otherwise I don’t think my family would let me loose on the family food shop again… And as for cucumbers, who would have thought they contained so much liquid?
Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, my sprouting potato.... I bought my bag of fertiliser and a
planter and padded the dirt around said potato and left it. Within a relatively short time, I had my own crop. WoW! That wasn’t hard I thought, well impressed with my efforts. Okay, I suppose I should come clean and say that the ‘crop’ was about a dozen potatoes all about the size of a garden pea, lol.
Cannon balls!
My tomato plants didn’t fare much better either. While my lovely neighbour only two doors away was having to give away cannon ball sized spheres, for me, what should have been
‘tomatoes on the vine’ looked more like stunted cherries!
So, like I said, I'm not much of a gardener, but I'm definitely an advocate of ‘find what you’re good at and forget those things you’re not’ so next time I buy a bag of potatoes they will now be used not just for the Sunday roast but also to make a mean leek and potato soup and then the topping of a fish pie….
Tagged as: Le Moulin, things to do in France
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