"Have you chitted your potatoes yet?" says Parsnip Paul as we wait for the kettle to boil. (I still can't get over how big they are!)
My head is buzzing - what on earth is chitting? Better look it up in my trusty book - wouldn't want to appear foolish.
Okay, so I need to get my seed potatoes and put them, rose end up, (that's the end with most eyes) in an old eggbox in a cool light place so that they can get started. Okay. I can cope with that. Better head down to the garden centre and buy some seed potatoes.
So there I am, staring at the labels. Earlies, second earlies, maincrop? What's all that about?
I grab a pack of maincrop (cos they're a nice colour) and head home to get chitting.
A bit later on one of my loyal slaves calls round.
"I'm chitting," I tell him.
"You need to chit your earlies and your second earlies," he says. "It's not worth chitting maincrop. In fact, it's really probably not worth you growing maincrop at all. Just grow earlies and second earlies."
Yes, I’m afraid so. You see, if I don’t put some decent poo on my vegetable plot I’m afraid I’m going to have a pretty rubbish crop. My soil is really rather poor. It’s sandy and well drained - maybe too well drained. And the sycamores we removed have taken rather too much out of it.
So what it needs is a decent input of manure.
But what kind of poo?
Well I already have a pretty good supply from the two small furry rodents my children keep, and I’ve been composting their bedding for some time now, so that has already gone on to my patch of dirt and been dug in.
But I need more. I need something stronger, more potent, more ripe. I need either cow or horse.
Now getting hold of poo couldn’t be easier. All around people who keep horses have bagged up their poo and are selling it at the ends of their drives.
But I’m a cheapskate. I was born in Scotland and true to form I don’t like paying for anything I can’t get for free.
And I particularly don’t want to pay for a pile of poo :-)
Well this blog has been going for barely a month and the wonderful Old Kitty has gone and tagged me with this wonderful award - thankyou.
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